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Waves of Summer
" over the waters blue the night
winds sigh, the breakers roar--
Lord Byron
When wavelets curl along the pier
To cast a light in shades of teal,
I then recall a summer bold
Which wrote about our truth, our dare
And young we were ...a bliss reviewed
The wildest lips moist as night's crest
A passion christening one dream
While moonglow blessed this warm request.
We siezed fresh thirst, moments entwined
Where jays in June trilled on like hosts
Entrusting fate with vows quite raw
Yet reverent more than we knew.
So now I watch shore's reverie
The pier much older than love past
A time when seventeen grew still;
Held by this gentle, gentle heart.
Copyright ©
Nette Onclaud
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