Sunrise

 

Sunrise, sand, and soothing weather,
Come my Love let’s walk together,
I pause, and see your silhouette,
The tide upon your toes still wet.

 

I run to catch your waist and turn,
To see your smile with sunrise burn-
Since seventeen these eyes I’ve known,
The flint to steel; a bonfire grown.

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 24, 2013