The Moon
Of all the astrological signs I believe only in the moon.
Floating 250,000 miles above our heads it does effect us.
Young love on a Bay of Fundy beach.
The sand, white, soft, beautiful we walked to the water’s edge.
We held hands, smiled and talked of our future.
Then we kissed and as we did I saw the water rising behind us.
“Run” and I said.
We splashed through the growing pools
To the higher bank.
Copyright © Errol Young | Year Posted 2020
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