Dearly Beloved
Dearly Beloved,
The sand is not hot,
The water, not wet.
A beach, it is not.
The battles lie fought
And limits to set.
The sun does not shine
And yet it is warm.
Not crossing a line
When I say I’m fine
And there is no storm.
The needles and leaves
Are dark as a sail.
A shadow that grieves,
A light that deceives,
And I do not fail.
Illusions I see
Of you and my loss,
Who I want to be.
Get closer to me,
Our destinies cross.
(2013)
