Moonlight on the Beach

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I don’t think I’ve ever seen you,

more beautiful,

than with the moonlight,

dancing in your hair,

holding hands, walking,

we tell our deepest secrets,

without saying a word. Oneness.

When I see your eyelids close,

I know you are praying,

or at least breathing in,

the divinity of the moment.

Our energy, our love,

flowing, tells us both,

we can let go,

there is no need to worry.

the security of waves,

and the assurance,

of the endless.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you,

more beautiful,

than with the moonlight,

dancing in your hair.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Seagulls

The Seagulls

I’m convinced that seagulls are passive aggressive,

and some are even worse.

Waiting, watching your every move

hoping, to launch an attack,

for any and all morsels of food.

Reaching into your bags can cause havoc,

as they inch closer, squawking to tell

their buddies, twenty more then

watching and waiting.

We were sitting in our beach chairs,

when my wife said, “Watch this!”

I shouted, “No don’t!” too late.

She threw them a piece of her sandwich,

chaos erupted, 143 seagulls descended

within seconds,

some dive bombed,

others pecked at each other,

all of them squawking, and cussing,

calling each other names.

Where did they all come from?

I dived on top of my wife to protect her,

swung around,

and pulled the umbrella out of the sand,

used it as a shield, to cover us.

It was awful.

Then I snorted, and woke myself up.

With one eye open I asked,

“Did you just feed the birds?”

She said, “No, don’t be silly”

as she continued reading her book.

I said, “Oh, thank God,”

“…too many Alfred Hitchcock movies….”

I did notice, after we got home though,

that the starlings have been staring at us.

 

 

© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree