Sunset on the Beach

Twilight has come and
I run down to the shore, not
Wanting to miss the
setting sun as it pulls the  covers
Of the night over the 
earth as it slips away...

The tide has retreated 
from the beach quite far,
Allowing me to step
on virgin sand that had
Been hidden by the rolling 
surf just hours before...

I walk as close to the 
curling waves as I can
Without my toes
being grabbed by them
As they kiss the 
sand and then retreat ...

Then return like a 
teasing lover leaving kisses
On my cheek before
disappearing into the evening light,
And hiding invisibly
before me, untouchable...

I am drawn to slip into
the waves up to my knees
And watch my legs as 
they are covered by the
Bubble-bath blanket
of salt and brine...

And I walk along, gazing
out across the horizon
Toward where I know
you are and softly call your name,
Hoping that the summer breeze 
will carry the sound
To touch your heart....

I close my eyes and
imagine you beside me, as we
Walk, hand in hand,
and I can feel your gentle touch
As you wrap one arm
around my shoulders...

We stop and you pull me 
close and turn me around
Until we are face to face, 
and you gently lower your lips
Until they lightly graze my own...

I taste the salty sea as
our kiss intensifies and our bodies
Are molded together in
perfect harmony and rhythm,
And we rock gently,
back and forth like the tide...

I can feel you...taste you...
but as I open my eyes
I realize that I am 
standing on the shore alone,
And my soul lets
out an anguished cry..

I turn back toward home
and walk into the setting sun
That casts an amber glow 
that radiates from behind the hills,
And am awed with wonder and delight...

How I long to share this 
with you and pray that
Soon you will be here 
as you said you'd be,
And I hold on to that hope..
.that prayer that you are real...

And not just a dream that 
I've believed in my heart
All these days and months...
you promised to come
And I cling to that with all my might.

I am so afraid that you will
find some excuse not to,
And my heart is torn
between believing that you  will
And that you might not...

Oh, how I would love to
have just a moment of your time...
I know that it would be
so sweet that you  wouldn't
Want to leave...

At least not in a hurry...
and would always want to return
Once you did...

So, every day I wait at
the foot of the setting sun,
For some word from
you about when you will come...

And I send a prayer to
heaven to guide you swiftly
To  my waiting heart.

Author Donna Lewis