The waltz…

The waltz …

We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach.
 The waves were the orchestra and
 the wind was whispering a love song.

 I tossed you into a twirl and
 I brought her back to me.

 By the light of the moon.
 Two lovers danced the movement of freedom
 and celebrating being alive.

 We come back to the ocean after each journey.
 The ocean keeps our secrets.
The dancing waves are always waiting.

  You was as beautiful as when I first saw you at the poetry reading in 1994
  and I held her by the sea, like you were my last breath.

 We were two shadows upon a naked beach.
Doing the dance of hope and freedom.

 The cold of winter is surrounding us.
We warm each other with laughter and dancing.

 Two friends, lovers  and travelers who come to celebrate being alive.
Peace for a moment for two people who love the road.

 We find each other at the end of our journeys.
Two wanderers in search of peace and wonder.

  I love you my beautiful  Beatrice