Through Salty Tears

Written by: Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Young lovers lie beneath two palms; he winks.
She snuggles closer, smiling, face aglow.
As night draws near their sand barge slowly shrinks.
Abandoned; frightened by the waves echo.
Shadows on the sand, the waters drink.
And cotton-clouds create a moonlight show.
Beneath the palms, two praying for low tide,
Through salty tears they know faith must abide.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen