Friday, January 27, 2023

On The Island

 © Gay Reiser Cannon shot at Port Aransas, TX

The sea called
we met it with love
edge walking with
rhythm, roars
we kept mostly to ourselves
splashed with sea music.
Always blue
but never felt sad
freshly brought
power washed, the sea   
cleared the webs of our minds
sparkling in the light.
Playing house there with
castles in the sand
your small doves dodged
my blackbirds who
circled by the talking gulls
making music in the skies. 

Seasons fly
lines cross sky and sea
we can feel, but
we can't see
the myths share our time, our air,
those sand blown memories.
Heartfelt time
it's never enough
all we have
all we give
through the spray and the sea tears
all evaporates.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved

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