Driftwood - Poem by Linda Harnett
We built a bonfire on the beach,
A fire to keep us warm,
You put your arms around me,
And we watched the setting sun.
My head upon your shoulder,
Your breath upon my skin,
The moment overwhelming,
I couldn’t take it in.
We sat in silence, listening,
Bathed in a golden glow,
The sun high in the sky above,
The bonfire: far below.
And when the sun had left us,
And vanished for the night,
We fed the flames with driftwood,
And watched the birds take flight.
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