Footprints
Mist rises off the clear cobalt sea
as the heat of the morning sun
brings thoughts of your passion
the wet blanched sand seeps
deep between my bare sundrenched toes
trudgingly I walk along the shore
head focused down
following footprints
footprints of days long gone
how hand in hand we walked this very beach
we had our dreams
we had our future
hanging before us,
all within reach
sea birds circle round
searching for their morning meal
singing a beautiful tune
bringing back memories
of how my heart would dance
how it would beat, a different beat
as your soul would sing to me a soft solemn promise
Oh how do I love you so
as the tide rushes in
and the water blankets my feet
like you would blanket my fears
I think of how you would hold me close
kiss me gently
run your fingers through my hair
make my fear disappear
soothe my heart and mind
let me see when I was blind
As the sun begins to climb
I think, I can't help but think
I wonder, I can't help but wonder
Why can't I stop loving of you?
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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