Until Your Next Return


Breezes in ocean’s breast breed,
Timidly first, ashore they sweep.
Yearning the taste of sentinel sands,
How they then softly dance entranced.
Clawing, crawling, making their way,
Gathering rage against no light of day.
Slivers silver, shimmering under the clouds,
Whirling for the union, they soar about.
Winking and blinking comes Shore in sight,
Rhythm trembles at the faltering of might.
‘My Beloved’s glance acquivers my stance!
‘Makes me melt, to meld with Sands.’

 (A simmer…) | as the Waves’ breaths breathe their end,
(…Immersed) | alongside a kiss, a new life sands give.

 


My first Sonnet.


 

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