Halcyon Heartbeats

The sun swiftly sits on the creased sea line, stirring crooning clouds of romance. I sit in awe ~ mesmerized, for the millionth time, watching the sky sing your name, filling the salty air with high-pitched notes of nostalgia. For between the island of longing and mountains with willows of infatuation, amidst the many gusts and gales of seasonal shifts, between your ink and my canvas, I feel the warmth of your love-struck twilight, as if we were wishing upon the same evening star, flickering opalescent flames of desire. While fireflies flutter like aurora beams, twirling like topaz that mirrors diamond dreams, above our skin, screaming for a silent rendezvous, where no wind or dust can blur or veil the musical memories of our unspoken poetry. In this moment, I realize I am not alone. The seagull that visits the same spot every day rests still, surrounded by ripples of honeyed turquoise. Perhaps she is lost in thought, just as I am, as the way we both are in sync with nature reminds me of the ephemeral tunes of time~ how it unfolds Polaroids of promises, scattered like aching footprints in the moon-touched sand. Maybe the dance of the seraphic breeze and flurry of hues would redefine unseen tomorrows, as weightless crimson carries scarlet sonnets, sealed in spiced eloquence… marigold secrets etched within cinnamon sun~ halcyon heartbeats …