Treasure Island

Matthew Moser


Kissing Waves


The beach and the foam, like lovers press,
Against each other in a moment most passionate,

And like a lovers kiss begin to end and part,
Only to meet again and again they start,

The coves and tide pools are like the lovers hands,
Where the sea's embrace never leaves the sand,

The rising waves, are like the lovers breath,
Gentle loving, a moment neither one will forget,

Entranced by the beauty the land doesn't breathe,
It's praying so much she'll never leave,

It holds her, shifting its sands,
So that the sea never leaves without the land,

The sky of clouds covers them soft,
Fluffy and caring it's held aloft,

A blanket for the lovers,
And remains my favorite view,

The beach and the sea, just they two

Submitted: Friday, December 14, 2012
Edited: Sunday, March 24, 2013

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