At the edge of the moon there is a sigh that waits for you
its been placed there by the longings of my very soul
as the memory of our dawn still lingers through your scent
I scry upon your pillow, the words "I love you"
again and again
As the ocean calls me back to where our longings once began
the eagles of the evening soar through volition tinted skies
and bringing telegrams of love to you they quiet in the air
while I walk the beach mile after mile, in search of you
again and again
Beloved one make room for me for I am longing to be free
of earthly plain and thoughts insane that render me still
Seashells whisper in the sand of secrets that we've kept
of summer days well spent, before I felt you far remote
again and again
I come back to this quiet alcove where our hearts first met
and while the stars hurl their light into the evening sky
I sit by the beach and draw a logogram of your sweet name
hoping that it will draw you here anew, time after time
again and again.
The longing is real and the ocean beach is a constant reminder. Memories like this die hard.
You made me recall the times we went to the beaches. It wasn't always pleasant. Sometimes it was cold with a strong wind blowing sand. But as my love traveled around the world to a quarantine station in Australia, one of my letters of longing, including poetry, ended up in Sydney Bay. She never returned.
Perhaps one of the indicants of moving past the self-centeredness of youth, is the start of a general conscious awareness of the importance of authentic fellowship with other humans. Eventually, we all have to take our place amongst them and make our marks, and let them make theirs. Hopefully, some will remain in our memories as a beautiful and loving light. Good sentiment. Enjoyed. rlc
TRUE LOVE IS NEVER FORGOTTEN. TENDERLY...AND WITH EVERY INTENT OF TREASURING EVERY MOMENT...IT IS RE-VISITED, OFTEN. SPLENDID SHARING MYSTIC, THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
You made me recall the times we went to the beaches. It wasn't always pleasant. Sometimes it was cold with a strong wind blowing sand. But as my love traveled around the world to a quarantine station in Australia, one of my letters of longing, including poetry, ended up in Sydney Bay. She never returned.
Ron
Sandie