A poem about a honeymoon |
The waves dance lithe against the sullen shore Brushing my feet with deep aquamarine The air is sweet, the gulls among clouds soar To take their place mid this tropical scene The breeze is cool, the tide is calm, amid The gold, gold sand hides lustrous ruby crabs The sun is high, between the palms it hid Where soared and flapped snow-white the clouds like flags As we sit on the beach, a place of bliss I kneel closer and place a gentle kiss The waves, like white horses gallop across The soft, swishing sands, a castle of gold Rises above the sand to many awes Of those people who this palace behold A lovely grandeur built by you and me With love, a rope that twines our hearts as one With threads of truth, of trust, of harmony With the outlandish thread that old call fun And we would sip cocktails, refreshing As eventide came forth on her bright wing And then we would walk cross the folding white Of the pure, stainless, foam-washed, serene coast Bespattered with the paints of evening, bright Before the night shall come just like a ghost And then when the moonbeams kiss the sea, deep We’d go back to our hotel room where we When all things are now quick and sound asleep Will look up at stars from the balcony And we’d kiss there beneath the silver moon A sweet, last ending to our honeymoon |