Monday, December 11, 2006

Version 2

In the crashing waves of
love-sick sleep
where all the stars dive
like nocturnal sea birds to meet the sand,
my heart echoes through tear-salted waters
"be with me, always."
Your eyes lift to mine,
praying the same unspoken
thoughts that mine incant.
I taste you, fleeting,
lightning on my tongue and lips
before dawn slides between
us, waking the world.
My wishes are sung on the moon's
departing lips
as the sun rises to kiss yours.