I sat on our beach again tonight.
Crashing waves seduce my thoughts.
A couple walk their dog
playing driftwood games,
ever willing
Moonlight casts a sheen
over the slickened wet sand
and i catch the memory
of your laughter
upon the wind.
Flakes of rust have worked their years
into the wrecked old steamers ribs,
abandoned and broken
in the rockpools jaws
of decay.
The clear cool castle stream
still polishes stones
where our feet once paddled.
Rippling waters return my memory
to your smiling face.
Here our sun shone.
As young love ran wild.
Playing, ..chasing games of living.
Then.. bathed in the twilight tide
of tonite anticipation.
Loves precious words
were softly spoken.
Still warm, the sand of time
spills through my fingers.
And in the ruin of towers above
where chanced love rejoiced in the rain.
To this day there remains
on the western wall,
a heart, ..around our names.