Sea bright
Sea bright she is,
smiling beneath the sand she does,
salt wind speaks what lips in silence
shape and even there upon the bluff
blown by the last of Winter's care,
even there, whispering.
Ocean birds upon storm wings
make curves of ragged wind,
willing rain seeks to impress my face,
and my eyes participate with each wave
that floats above a common sea,
now seen uncommonly.
Stories roll into shore.
Some of those I carry back
where roof makes a seam,
binds in that dream and
sea foam eyes, and you again
beneath the sand
and loving me.
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