Your Lips And Hand
The soft thunder of the waves....
How Close Our Lips Once Were
How close your lips once were to mine,
Chest to chest and hand in hand!
Such moments now seem near divine,
We two embracing on a sea swept strand.
We looked deep into each other's eyes,
and found unmatched that special time
when the waves' soft thunder hushed seagull's cries,
and memories started which are now sublime.
We dreamed of the children we would make,
their laughter and smiles, and wagon rides.
The sun caressed us for our warming's sake,
as we strolled the beach in our matching strides.
Now we have lost our "once upon" contact.
You drifted left. I drifted right.
The dreams we dreamed in our opening act,
Had their final curtain one later "Goodnight."
Now looking back to what once was.
I can but wonder what fate denied.
How the wonder got lost as it so often does.
Would it have lasted, if we both had tried?
© 2015 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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