Claire de Miel

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