My Sunny Honey

My Fredom Sunny Honey. to What Do We Owe This Life While We in This Day Live in It?

Falcons Wing
As I take a deep breath
To pull from your neck
The scent of our sweet sunny beach

All the sweltering heat that
Brought in the scent
Of the salty sea air
Flows now through
Your golden sweet skin and soft hair

Bringing thoughts
Of times
We wrote all our feelings
In rhythm and rhyme
In the sand
By the shore
Awaiting for
The hide tides of life
To come and wash on by
All the loving we shared

Feeling easy
All the breezy warm sea air
Sea weeds, sea moss, star fish
Sea stars, and shells
Blowing in with
Sea foam

Mussels and barnacles
Weighed heavy
On the lines
As we cast our hooks
Across the horizon
Awaiting for a garden
Under the moonlight
To serve up a Lobster dinner
And fine wine
With silver starlight's

The seagull songs
And humming bees
Were the music we
Listened and danced too

And the perfect sense
That the hermit crabs made
When we sat in contemplation
Of all life
Wondering that if some day
The whole world would
Sit and sing too
And lose
All their complications to
The sounds of the sea shore
At Hight tide
To the summer heat at the beach
To mussels and barnacles
Sea weed and foam

To the sails from captains ships
Anchors that weigh heavy
Rusting cannons and shiny brass buttons
To the smells of the warm
Salty sea air
To the cleansing of it all

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  • Summer Banks6/2/2007

    It's unbelievable the imagery that can be aroused from a simple scent.

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