Visions of You

Visions of You I long for you now, in mornings’ light, Outside my window, oceans’ first sight, Your warm supple skin, on silken thread, The rapture of night, a soft morning bed. We awaken and listen, to natures call, The unending tides, that rise and fall, Your breath, a gentle summers breeze, A moments touch, a new day to seize. Soft warm hands, the first light of day, Our limbs entangled, so softly you lay, The lapping of waves, a lulling sound, Two wanton hearts, not earthly bound. Where is this retreat, of love by the sea, This magical place, we seek you and me? Alas, just a fantasy, that lives in my head, This vision of you, these words left unsaid.