Sadly My Love, even a day on the beach must come to an end
but as the seagulls retreat, the moon will guard
the waves, and bathe the sand
in her warm glow.
And you and I can walk and whisper,
holding hands, our feet
getting wet with
We can find my flip-flops tomorrow.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”