Hand in Hand

The gentle waves of your waters

Tickled the shores of my frigid mind till the

Hard, jagged edges of reason softened, and 

Crumbled like a fragile sandcastle

That couldn't withstand the incoming tide.

Hope hangs over the horizon like 

Stars on a line when I look into your eyes;

There are pearls in the deep, and 

There are many more pearls in your smile.

In search of such treasure

I sneak out of the house, and I find you 

Dressed in the rays of the rising sun

Warming the dark, cold waters 

With a shower of golden light.

The world does not take lightly 

To such illicit joy, but, fear not, 

The swelling waters will erase our 

Footprints in the sand, as we 

Walk into the sunset hand in hand.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the journey in the poetry Laz.
"Dressed in the rays of the rising sun
Warming the dark, cold waters
With a shower of golden light."
The above lines. I did like. To find perfect place and a kind person. Utopia my friend. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Temperance]

This is my first read of your work and I find this to be lovely with great imagery and easy flow. I hope to read more of your works. Nicely done. Temp

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and commenting.

[Kim S.]

I sneak out of the house, and I find you
Dressed in the rays of the rising sun
Warming the dark, cold waters
With a shower of golden light.

This is wonderful, I really enjoyed these lines here, amazing write

[Laz K.]

Thanks for taking the time to read and respond.

[Kim S.]

not a problem