Green and blue rolling, shining brightly in the sun
as the seagulls hover, expecting bread
the wind moving your straw hat,
in our beach chairs
I watch you reading,
and I silently wonder
how I ever lived without you,
and again
you take my breath away,
so I pledge my life to you
all over again
silently.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Your love has taught me there are no limits to the horizon,
and nothing more beautiful than the sunrise
on the beach
after a morning rain.
As long as I’m with you,
and we both embrace
the sun.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
As the summer recedes and slowly pulls away from the beach,
at least the flowers are persistent, still pulling life
from barren sand.
This always amazes me.
All I want from this summer My Love,
are our memories. Of you and I in our beach chairs,
and playing in the waves.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Our chairs under the umbrella
the tube
of suntan lotion
with your fingers
on my back
rubbing gently
covering me.
Bottles of water
in our cup holders,
as you open a book
I wipe sand off
our apples.
Later the smell of lavender in our room
as you step out of the shower,
wrapped
in a towel.
My Love!
soft music playing
in the background.
As you call me “handsome”, with your hands on my beard
we gaze into each other’s eyes, reflecting the waves
I realize, we should have food delivered
tonight.
Note: These are wonderful memories. We are not at the beach right now.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Packing cold water in a cooler
our camp supplies in a canvas bag
smearing suntan lotion, a hat
t-shirt and shorts.
Hauling gear, and trekking 50 yards of the Sahara
so we can bathe in the glories of the ocean
and rest in the sand, shaded.
Listening
to the waves, and drifting
off to sleep.
Dreaming of adventure, and stories to write.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
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
the grey.
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.”
A Prose Poem
Not acting our age, you take off running, “You can’t catch me!” “Yes I can!” You give up, and I yell, “Gothcha!” “Don’t you DARE tickle me again!” Laughing, then holding you, we both look at the waves, “Listen a love song…” “I hear it….”
“Look our shadows.” “Where’s the camera, here……hold still……” “My cowboy!” “Sshhhh, someone might hear you!” “Hold still…got it.” “I love how you look on the beach.” Our foreheads meet, eyes locked in on each other. Lips greeting one another, as if they were lost, and now they were found. They get entangled in a beautiful mess. The muffled sounds of, “I will always love you.” And “You taste like peanut butter.” Laughing again, and whispering next to the waves.
I love when we don’t act our age.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
