Beloved

Joy as it rises to the surface
Like waves saving me from the heights of what may be

The hollow of those hands
At the cusp of crystal almost unbearable pleasures from warmed nights
Of yesterdays, my forever

Promises no more
Candles burned to their core

Weeping willows never more beautiful
On the day words that can't be spoken
We're felt

Journey on beloved
Songs will still be sung
Words written and unheard

It falls not on deaf ears
Because I have not listened as intently
to the lapping of our shores
As I do now

Bring nothing but a smile
That springs forth
At the touch of soft feathery kisses
Whenever the rain grazes those eyes

Journey on beloved
Celebrations will go on unabated
Laughter and tears jostling for speech