When the Sun and the Seaside Kissed
When the Sun and the Seaside Kissed
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Oh, how lovely the view that summer’s eve.
When the sun and the seaside kissed.
There stood on the shore a soul bereaved.
For the heart had known not life’s bliss.
By the wind’s gentle breeze silhouette beheld.
And caressed a soul’s tearful mist.
Heavenly smile, a little bit wild,
Somehow strangely beckoned, hissed.
The heart strongly longed for the splendor awhile.
Invitation did not resist.
This day that I speak of was long ago.
Pain embraced a sweet soul in the midst.
We both know; spirits soared that night.
Hope’s summons had not been missed.
Witnessed by God, the angels sang.
Then, they wrote our names on a list.
That day, death’s call was washed away.
And love for an eternity clasped.
Invocation! Death could not enlist.
Standing there crying in the mist,
The wind blowing ever so free,
Salty air was my only kiss.
How deadly my view that summer’s eve.
For this heart had known not life’s bliss.
God sent you to rescue me.
And enlightened my soul’s tearful kiss.
We stood relieved and sang on the shore.
When the sun and the seaside kissed.
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