SEASCAPE

In my paradise I sit and dream along the shore.
Sun-warmed shoulders feel so good, and yet I still want more.
The sky must be the deepest blue, if it is to please,
Filled with bone-white gulls, and the lazy drone of bees.
Cool sea breezes twine themselves around the tall dune grass,
Then a star or two appears as delicate as glass.
I sit in perfect peace as the sky deepens it's hue -
The only thing more sweet than this is when I look at you.

If I could describe the true perfection of your eyes!
They would make ordinary the bluest of all skies.
Thought I love the sun, I must admit it is the case,
I'd take a thousand rainy days to look upon your face.
Your sweet and gentle nature, that makes you who you are,
Is more compelling to me than the most brilliant of stars.
When others look at you, I'm sure they just see a man,
But I see a heart and soul more infinite than sand.

The point that I am making in my shy and fumbling way
Is that my only wish is that you'd find a way to stay.
So hide the sky, the stars, the beach, and every buzzing bee.
Hide them all, My Dear, but please don't hide yourself from me.

By Laura Kimberley Brown