The sound of waves approaching the shore Only to recede mere seconds later The late night darkness leaves me blind The moon and stars my only guide The cool soft sand as smooth as silk The chilling breeze slightly salty The only warmth from the one beside Close enough to hear her sigh What’s the matter I gently ask But all I get is a lonely gaze Wave by wave, breeze by breeze Her warmth recedes further away
Indian Springs Literary Magazine
The Mire 