Haiku 4/22/14

Countless grains of sand
Ocean’s waves greet the shore-
Seize my lover’s hand

Spirits in the Night

There’s a story on the island

of spirits in the night,

a special place where they go to dance

on the sand in the midnight moonlight.

You can hear them singing

and laughing

as they hide in the fog,

they play hide-n-seek and

ride the surf’s roll.

You won’t see their faces—

but they see your soul,

they watch you and hear you

as the island winds blow.

Their seaweed hair wet,

limbs swaying in the mist,

the moonlight gone,

as the sand turns cold,

they return each night,

it’s their favorite place,

well—that’s what I’m told.

Rendezvous

Lovers rendezvous at ocean’s break,

Feet upon the sandy brown mat

Whereupon decorates the sill

of water’s foamy welcome;

Towels stretched out on earth’s warm bed,

Hands held tight, intertwined, while days of love

Multiplied by years of knowing hearts,

and wind gently kisses damp bodies;

wet lips leave trails the length of

written names in the sand,

Love devouring souls

with morning’s new light;

Buried treasures reside

for the lovers find, while

Emerged bodies play

in ocean’s temperate water;

Sand pushed between two sets of ten toes,

Surf breaking upon their love,

Surging within their innermost depths of lust,

Mounting heartbeats occur on ocean’s ride;

Later, begin again, on the sand,

where their rendezvous began.