Brisk and light move those fine winged feet

tracing his wandering steps far away from here

casting long shadows for her last saddened gaze

that speaks in whispers of how she wants him near

an endless expanse of heated longing outreaches

without rising hills or castles to block the horizon

of random things alive that we find upon the sand

while these dreams are given birds souls to fly on

collected as many sweet kisses as pale seashells

fresh pink inside bloomed both ridged and wet

as lips parted the shells to reveal the moist pearls

and a want for more of them her morning’s regret

still winter waters where once there was a crashing

boisterous waves that the restless old Poseidon sent

to take some unknown peace from the silent rocks

making even the darkest of man’s mad souls repent

nay, it was not to last forever with those grey clouds

drifting as they did with the full rush of angered winds

beneath them we gathered ourselves a love once again

as the Gods return what the jealous demons rescind