He's gone for the weekend beach strolling He loves the feel of sand between his toes peace of the rolling waves under the moonlight Said he would look at the moon and think of her...
Would she of him?
Standing on her front porch Lunar kisses light upon her upturned face as she searches the skies An endless blanket of ebony velvet elegantly patterned with heavens souls shimmering soft whispers She surrenders to the gentle night dreaming of a distant moon Floating away for a wistful moment she joins him and feels the sand between her toes…..
this is perfect...lovely imagery... very enjoyable to read...well expressed emotions. take care, janet marie
Now for me some words come easy... But I know that they don't mean that much Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch. You never knew what I loved in you-- I don't know what you loved in me... Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be... How long have I been sleeping- How long have I been drifting alone through the night... How long have I've dreaming I could make it right... If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might To be the one you need... Jackson Browne
Florida's Foreverly Shores
Oh gosh....I just love the feeling of walking alone on a beach just as the tide settles back...leaving only my own footprints behind me, like a trail of lonely memories only to be washed away by the next tide to make a new slate for the next lonely dreamer to make his tracks.....
Thanks for a truly lovely read...
Never be a carbon copy of anybody...make your own impressions. - ANON.
In the space between moments