Saturday, September 6, 2008



We picked through the sand
feeling the tiny grains slip
past our grasp—
falling slowly together
becoming less complicated,
once mixed within the rest.

And it was warm then
the ocean breeze—which
floated water birds
above us,
calling for heaven to open
under a perfect cloudless sky.

It was that moment,
on that day
I promised you Forever—
holding tightly the lavender
you pick for me
in the rocks near town.

I remember so clearly
a smile, perhaps more
as you laughed at my silly jokes—
drying naked upon the stones
evaporating away a thousand tears.

At the end of that perfect day,
we watched the sun fall
drained of the power it had,
moments ago
holding on to each other’s heart
until Forever claimed my promise of you.

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