One night on a beach
A brush of cloud across the moon
The California sand cool
To the barefoot touch
The lap of waves advancing and retreating
We sat upon the shore and listened
Ancient tales told by the light of distant stars
Held close in the dark
Dreams stretching farther than the naked eye
could see . . .
One soft kiss
Was all it took
The wind reaching inside us
Time lost all bearing
Worlds were born
And the past, like an empty shell
rolling in the wake
in the swash of the incoming tide.
Copyright �1999 by Laurence Overmire. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic � First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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