The Place Where The Sky Meets The Water
I come to the shoreline after dark,
hoping you'll be there waiting for me.
“Don’t be late,” you said,
for I wouldn't see the miracle with my own eyes.
The tide rushes in, wrapping around my feet
like a thick scarf in the fall - a cozy blanket by the fireplace.
I could almost feel the warmth of your body
mixed in with the wind around me.
I look up to see the moon in all its glory,
hovering over the horizon in the distance.
It's been months since I last touched the sand.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe coming back was good for me after all.
Do you remember when we first fell in love?
It was here, on this beach, many sunsets ago.
Oh, to turn back the clock and hold you in my arms again.
To hear you whisper, "I love you" once more.
I'm here, waiting. Will you come too?
Hours pass and the sun begins to rise.
Thank you.
I've finally understood it.
You are the miracle I never knew I always needed to survive.
Where the sky touches the water,
I know that's where I'll always find you.
After all this time, I've finally seen it.
The paintings in the sky,
they’re all love letters from you.
About the Creator
Dez's Public Journal
A candle trying to be the light in someone else’s darkness.
Early Childhood and Music Education
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