Michael Edwards

SHE AGREES

 

 

SHE AGREES.

 

Still the night

dark the clouds

as sky and land merge without definition

with only the murmur of lapping waves

as house lights

far far away

twinkle and sparkle

on rolling waves.

 

Dark and mysterious the lonely  shoreline

where tides wash sand and stone.

 

A  stroll taken in silence

holding hands

standing still

their feet bathed in cool water

alone at last

he asks

she agrees.