Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Maritime Waltz

Last night my thoughts drove once again to Parlee Beach. Memory can be a wonderful thing. All of my senses are tuned in to the experience. I can smell the ocean, feel the sand between my toes. I close my eyes and I am there.

I hope you'll join me...

Maritime Waltz

Come dance with me
To the rhythm of the sea.
We'll savor the salty sprays.

Our hearts will swoon
At the sight of the moon
Adorned in her favorite rays.

Our love may die
With the dawn's first sigh.
"Forever" may fleeting be.

Still, take my hand
On the shifting sand.
Forever come dance with me.

Donna Carrick, December 5, 2011