The Rising Son

Son of the Sea TrilogyPart2 The Rising Son/ Dedicated to: The Slauson Village On hot summer night lovers lay along the beachfront Caressing each other so gently as the amber coals in the sandpits slowly melt away The waves rise and tumult with such majestic force and beauty splashing against the shoreline relentlessly Infinite as time itself and ever constant. The pulsation of the conga drum permeates every pebble and grain of sand on the beach The tinkle and the rat-a-tat-tat of empty bottles and discarded tin cans are transformed into precise percussion instruments The melodic shrills of the magic flute weave it's translucent web encompassing the gritty growls and riffs that emanate from the golden mouth of the improvisational sounding sax... The Dance Has Begun Slender black bodies glisten in the soft moonlight...jerking and gyrating in perfect rhythm to the beat of the drum The sweet aroma of herbs fills the night air and wine flows freely Emotions are high and love abounds The music reaches a crescendo and comes to a gradual halt A long awaited sigh of relief can be heard then solitude follows... Dawn ushers in the distant light Destined to radiate its warmth and shine in the new day of the rising son Check out our library of thrilling e-books @ amazon.com in the kindle store, or visit:www.booktango.com authors website:apluszips.com Thanks and pass it forward!