By Athena Stairs, April 15, 2025
Ebbing tide
By fireside’s low
Creeping in
Too far to go
Up onto dunes
Where crashed below
Leaving gemstones
Smooth-tumbling after
While ears still
Listen for laughter
Yet hear only
Salt breeze blow
The stars come out
To gently shine
A kiss in dreams
Of love divine
And killdeers
Run along as they sing
With partners
To which they cling
Knowing there are
No finer things
Than caring for each other
And nourishment
Were I a bird
I’d fly to you
On sweeping wings
Shaking off the dew
To greet our own
Morning’s sunrise
For you’re always
On my mind
And I wonder
What will become
Of the hope
Of me and you
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