Waves murmur,
Tumble, swell and tease,
As twilight falls upon the beach.
Dusk slowly weaves a subtle spell
Of brine and bliss
And timelessness
Dissolved
Into a sea-wrapped kiss
Of spiral gleams and mermaid dreams.
An old enchantment, this one is;
The sweet caress
Of secret things,
And fingertips
Of breeze-brought myth and
Promises the darkness brings.
Forgotten tales steeped in delight;
Out of the night,
The ocean sings.
Seems so very Novembery. I love "Out of the night, The ocean sings"
ReplyDeleteValerianna ~ Novembery indeed *grin* Time to stack more wood!
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem Donna! Very vivid imagery.
ReplyDeleteMamabeaks ~ I think I was channeling my inner Dr. Seuss on this one :~) Hope to hear you are feeling better soon! *hugs*
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