Moonlight shimmers
on a sea of promises
surf advances and retreats
regular as earth's heartbeat
in shore's foam and sand mix
dunlins do their wading dance
white dunes, sanctuary of lovers
a haunt where passion plays
in swaying grasses, salt air
and romance is starry eyed
a place ordained with promises
rising sun will dismiss
for love was a word whispered
a nuptial in symbiotic embrace
when young love strolled
to where moonlight shimmers
upon a sea of promises, not kept
Cheers
Milton
love and peace dear friend, Carole~
This imagery takes me there. Love the unique phrasing, too. Hugs,
Sheila
regular as earth's heartbeats...
I love these lines, Jon, and your mastery of the
the ebb and flow of the tides: love's promise swells
in the shimmering moonlight, only to be dashed on the
on the beach in the indifference of daybreak, unresolved
in its predictable retreat to the sea.
-gene.
Regis
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Love,
Eileen
For lovers, it is a death sentence..."for love whispered a nuptial symbiotic embrace when young love strolled to where moonlit shimmers upon a sea of promises, not kept." Sad yet excellent.
Cynthia
Karen's right about the quiet, discreet atmosphere, and there is, too, a haunting sadness permeating this poem, tinges of regret and looking back with a shy fondness to the sea of promises. Wonderfully evocative and poignant.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.