Ocean Picture


Every time I see you, I make a wish-

a dream upon the star of falling tides and beaches,

and little houses in the sand,

where every time you greet me, you pull me up into your arms

and spin me around like I am a little girl,

and my dress can’t decide which way it wants to billow,

so it furls around my legs 

and I am caught in your face.

Your eyes speak to me, and then your lips,

as they lean, gently as the lapping water, against my own.

Every time I see you, I wish upon a scene I’ve lived before

in a different time and different place

with other winds swirling about our minds.

Every time I touch you it is new again

and some things cannot be experienced with open eyes.


The End

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