As I walk along the causeway
the push and pull of the waves is inviting,
something about the sound of the waves crashing
feels calming.
I sit in the surf and hear the gulls through
the summer breeze, the little waves glide over
my hands and through the crevasses between my
fingers.
You sit next to me and feed your arm through mine,
your head fits perfectly in my neck like a jigsaw
piece. The crystal water reflects the sun like specks
of diamond, and tiny mammals come to greet us by
our feet. You turn and look at me, strand of hair floating
gently in front of your emerald eyes,
and our Heaven was made.