In the tender embrace
of the bronze-hued morn
Where dew-kissed blades
of grass glisten and adorn
Seabirds gather, drawn
by nature's decree
To a focal point
where tranquility's key
~~~
Amidst the calm
of the typhoon's core
Sailors find solace
on the sandy shore
They taste the joy
the beach imparts
And relish the happiness
of trees in their hearts
~~~
Each pebble treasured
a gem in disguise
Humble clam shells
holding secrets and sighs
They cherish these tokens
simple and small
For they hold the essence
of joy over all
~~~
The sail upon the rooftop
it remains still
But the wood grains unfurl
revealing the thrill
The shape of the sea
with its ebb and its flow
Reflecting the dreams
that within us grow
~~~
Through the ferry window
our gazes align
In silent exchange
a language divine
We yearn for the moments
that lie ahead
In the only dawn
our souls gently tread
~~~
For in this shared horizon
our hopes entwine
An unseen thread
unbreakable, refined
We look ahead
with hearts intertwined
In this moment
our unity defined
~~~
With eyes fixed
on the horizon's embrace
We seek not to lose
what we each embrace
The only dawn
that unites you and me
A fleeting treasure
boundless and free
~~~
In the mirror of dawn
where dreams take flight
We find solace
in the soft morning light
With whispers of love
and longing unspoken
Our spirits entwined
forever unbroken
~~~
So let us cherish
this moment we've found
On International Surfing Day
love profound
As waves of passion crash
upon the shore
May our bond endure
forevermore
About the Creator
Dawnxisoul393art
Couple from HK. Dr. Daniel K Lam has got his degrees in Anglia Ruskin University, Cambridge（ARU has its origins in the Cambridge School of Art, which was opened in 1858 by John Ruskin）, Doris H Lam has graduated from GFAA with MFA degree.
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Comments (4)
A well-wrought homage to love!
This was so wonderful! Loved your poem!
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more.
Excellent.