When diamond billows break upon the shore
And seagulls drop from clouds of lovers’ dream,
Then oceans are but minutes, never more —
And things are not what sighting makes them seem.
Upon the sand shells paint a tapestry —
Where sunlight threads a gilded strand in song
As children build a castle by the sea
Where day is life and sweet rest comes at dawn.
There walking, find I hidden in the breeze
The sweet caress of secret lover’s hand.
There sacrifice a prayer upon my knees
That soon without this shroud we two might stand.
When darkened skies bring word of pending storm,
Two dreams arise to keep each lover warm.