CAN`T LEAVE THEM BEHIND

You are walking on the beach, holding her hand,
where the golden surf cries out for land,
The heavy winds, dictates the fragile sand.

A sky, infinite, azure, motionless overhead,
The restless waves, boisterous and widespread.

You look at her;
an unrelenting grace,
the deepness, her eyes, the charm on her face;
Music of the ocean, the waves and their sound;
a peaceful smile, thoughts profound.

The gentle caress of the breeze across her face,
Not an illusion, certainly, the heart’s pace,
you pull her hair aside, very neat;
The gentle caress of the waves across her feet.

She looks at you;
fragile thoughts, comfortable, silent awareness;
simple actions, embrace, pure energy of being;
senses numb, feelings, content and security;
All drowning, drowning in her ocean, of love.

With every dream within reach,
the ocean comes in to kiss the beach.

A boat, far away, enticing the horizon,
memoirs written and hearts drawn;
Nothing but the ocean for miles, seen hardly;
Just the sunlight, and rejuvenating warmth,
of her presence, shining,
shining calmly.

As is fate, the time does not last,
your soul cries as she departs.
Soft tides, as you look back, and gaze,
footprints, water does gently erase.

Reliving the memory and keeping your solitude,
The footprints , inerasable, On the beach,
In your mind;
CAN`T LEAVE THEM BEHIND!!!
CAN`T LEAVE THEM BEHIND!!!