Beach Walkers

Beach Walkers
Form: Triversen

There's whirling foam gathering sand
Bathing over pebble stones
As we walked hand in hand.
The salty breeze to cut the air
Of intense anticipation
And eyes linger just too long.
Wispy clouds float lazily by
Towards the shadowy horizon
Where destiny awaits a moment.
White trainers crunching over shingle
Tempting the rhythmic tide
To ebb a little closer than sense would dare
Amid the echoes of suckling waves
Beneath the moon strolling feet
Pause as lips kiss and question.
Now arm in arm we walk on
Inhaling oceanic fragrances of love
To greet our future

©JezzieGFarmer2009

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