Waves
Two young friends sit on a promontory
overlooking the windswept
sea as a lonely lighthouse studies their
actions unnoticed.
They converse excitedly about the gift
of a crimson parasol
from a handsome new lad at school.
Their hearts soar as they
dream wild romantic thoughts as the
sound of the waves enchant.
There's something wild about
being near the waves…
Hearing their last hurrah as they
hit the sandy shore.
Bursting bubbles of white
foam on wet sand,
The only evidence of their
brief existence, save the
Sea salt scent wafting in
the wild wayward wind.
Then there is the chameleon
colors mesmerizing eyes
As the sun and clouds play
with light 'til day is done,
And the orange orb slowly sinks
below the sea's horizon
Sharing a romantic kiss goodbye
with the twilight sky.
June 11, 2016
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