Heaven

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.