’Tis Rare a Moment.
A poem.
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As the dunes express their dares;
I must stay aware.
In your arms I am distracted —
you silence my despair.
To share on my shore is rare.
Forbear.
Tonight, my beloved, there is something in the air.
’Tis rare a moment.
Dear Ocean;
Take one and all wish upon each grain of sand, take them out of the heat, this way, they may make it to where they must land.
Sincerely,
Me
I placed my wishes upon each grain of sand.
Roaring waters rushed upon the land.
The tides brought our ocean upon the shore,
and entrapped each wish.
As if I were to blow it a kiss,
and *poof* they were all gone.
Away from the beach, and away from me.
Drifting out of reach of any thieves.
’Tis rare a moment at sea.
’Tis rare a moment with thee.
The simplicity of moments we share…
Well…
It feels like centuries since I have been this aware, this sensible.
I feel put back together, all thanks to you.
For your patience, and guidance.
All done in silence.
There is no word relatable, nor comprehendible —
there is nothing to compare.
’Tis rare a moment between you, and I.
‘Tis rare a moment with a true captain; just the same as to with a true current.
’Tis rare a moment to fall in love.
My lungs fill with your aroma — with your endearing scent.
My belly plummets; then descents.
My belly flutters, lifted by little doves.
I am in my element.
