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.
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Memories are made of thoughts & memories
Such as these ! Cherish & ponder them - You
Will never ever forget them - never ever !
God Morning DA - Angela here. Thnaks for a very lovely nostalgic Love Poem. An ideal Ode for a lazy hazy Sunday Morning enjoying a *Full English* on the Patio with Brian & Smokey. Hes waiting for Me to drop a bit of Soss on purpose - Smokey that is not Brian !
Blessings & Peace to YOU & YOURS
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey 💛💛💛
Good write dusk.
You've done it again - a super write.
Nice reminder of those almost silly, almost trivial times that ultimately matter most. Here our sun shone... well, we all think it is ours at the time, but you've rightfully claimed this day's sun! Thanks for coining a term we've always needed: chanced love. You got me with "where chanced love rejoiced in the rain" but I invoke my right to silence for further explanation. PS Thank all you youngsters for regularly and vividly reminding us of romantic love in all its disarray.
LOL at youngsters, I'm 68. Thank you for reading my words and leaving such an enjoyable comment today.
"Where chanced love rejoiced in the rain".... have you never made love in the rain on the ruined battlements of a medieval castle?
Not the castle part!
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