Low Tide

Orange brushstrokes on the horizon bleed into the red of the setting sun The indigo sea silently extinguishes the crimson sun for another day The tide out to its peak, the sand warm beneath our feet, fingers entwined Our silence comfortable, our touch speaking for us, two hearts combined The water gently laps the sand as we stand together watching the brilliant moon rise You pull me close, my arm wrapped tightly across your shoulders, our hearts beating in time Enjoying every aspect of my time with you, I know it will have to end soon, if only there was a way I turn to you, wrapping you tightly in my arms, the sweet smell of your hair; I’ll make you mine one day