Faye Gibson Poet Quatern

As On the Shining Sands

As on the shining sands we met,
two souls seeking one silhouette--
enchanted by the sighing seas--
we were so young, love's inductees.

We sang awhile, a sweet duet,
as on the shining sands we met,
a verse to all the world unknown,
pure melody we made our own.

Our golden sun was sinking fast,
we shivered in the cold wind blast,
as on the shining sands we met
when first we started to forget.

Then darkness fell across our beach,
rough tides swept love beyond our reach,
two hearts embittered by regret
as on the shining sands we met.

Copyright, May 4, 2014
Faye Gibson

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Vera Duggan May 6, 2014 at 7:33 PM Hi Faye I really and truly loved that poem and what a beautiful theme, sounds just like our beaches, excellent rhyme as rhyming is my favourite, great work my friend...............Vera............. Faye Gibson May 8, 2014 at 11:04 AM Thanks, Vera. I appreciate you stopping in to have a little read.

Nette Onclaud May 6, 2014 at 1:49 PM wow, your language is top-notch,faye.. thanks for your feedback; i think i'm the one who is a fan of your poetry... huggs Faye Gibson May 8, 2014 at 11:01 AM Thanks for coming by to read some of my work, Nette. We will just be mutual admirers.

Ivor Kos May 5, 2014 at 2:18 PM What a masterly Quatern! If this is for the contest, good luck! If not, A truly superb masterpiece indeed anyways. Faye Gibson May 8, 2014 at 10:57 AM Thank you, Ivo. It is for the contest, so keep wishing me luck.

Tim Smith May 5, 2014 at 1:30 PM This is beautiful Faye it flows so well...hugs Tim Faye Gibson May 8, 2014 at 10:51 AM Thanks, Tim. Glad you stopped by for a visit; I will return the favor.

Sam Toil May 5, 2014 at 1:25 PM My dear Faye. I never tire of tales of love and loss and life by the sea. It is like comfort food for me. I always crave it. Your beautiful poem here echoes through my thoughts. A sweetness of engagement that could not last. But the line "When first we started to forget"... Never forget, Faye. Never. Those moments before love was lost are eternally enriching. Hugs;) Sam Faye Gibson May 8, 2014 at 10:50 AM Thank you, Sam. Appreciate the comments, as always.