beach bones

not a bone to pick on beach walks with my lover just pleasure and leisure strolls in the sand of time and togetherness joined at the hips of mind body and soul sizzling fingertips and footsteps near the edge of the water crested in undulation two people one wavelength vital force and universal calling treading a path of happy destiny every now and then we find a fossilised form minute skeleton small reminder that permanence does not exist of the past being bygone and the future yet to come as long as life grants us more hours sometimes there is a bit of amber to be found majestic tree sap for jewellery and ornaments treasure gems and relics of measured meter and the wonderful presence of nature resonating resin if fortune is kind occasionally a fish gnawed to the bone by a seagull like Jonathan Livingston its meaning as melodious as a Bach symphony while our strides become a concerto in themselves the saunter resembles a poem quietly recited without words simply flowing to the sound of the waves of synaesthetic delight with sea stars’ applause to the magnificent galactic power of sun moon and stellar composure sorrows melt away with each further step the foreshore fuses between our toes as the covered bones print a trail washed away by tidal command gratitude humility love and compassion truly not a bone to grind with each other blessed by a union made in heaven and beyond