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Friday, July 25, 2014

The Sandbar

The Sandbar
The air is cool
and the fire
crackles gently
in the night
as we sit, side
by side

No words are needed
at the moment, for
we are basking in the
glory of such a starry
night

Moments tick by and
your hand moves to
the small of my back,
gently rubbing all
my cares away

Leaning down, you kiss
my lips, whisper soft and
I wonder if the kiss was
real or imagined

But when I look into
your eyes, I see the
love that I have
yearned for
and doubt fades
to awareness

I want this night
to last forever, just
you and me and
the sky above

Our first night
on the sandbar,
the water lapping
a mesmerizing tune,
our destiny
defined

Lynn West
© 2014

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