The stars are out
And the moon hangs soft and low
Just above the waves gently crashing.
The water sweeps up, baptizing her toes
And sometimes her calves.
She sits at the edge of the ocean,
The far-stretching infinite ocean,
Under the stars and moon in the heavens,
The far-stretching infinite heavens,
And all I can see is her.
Her skin glows gently in the moonlight.
Sometimes I think that the moon takes it’s light from her.
Maybe the sparkle and shimmer of the distant stars
Is borrowed from the light in her eyes.
Maybe the soft and eternal ocean breeze
That gently stirs her hair
Is her breath breathed out and returned again.
Surely the easy and slow crash of the waves
Finds its rhythm in her heartbeat.
I surely do.
I’m lost in the light of her skin,
The shimmer of her eyes,
The inspiration of her breath,
And the open rhythm of her heartbeat
As I sit at the edge of her ocean.