Children laugh long and play under the sun
While waves crash around their happy actions.
And I was out there for a short while too
Watching a babe who was lithe and dark tanned.
When the ocean quite fast zeroed in on its man
And knocked me sideways onto my tender can.
Tumbling around in a large playful wave
I suddenly knew I should try to behave
And struggling emerged from a watery grave
To rest my poor bod in some inviting shade.
“Lay us down now
Let us rest for awhile
May the heat heal somehow
And improve our profiles.
The sound of children
Mend our souls and make us sane
Before we try to swim again.”
It’s safer watching them from here.
The radar’s working well this year.
It seeks and finds brief suits defined
Curvaceous thighs victorious smiles. . .
I think it may be time to go
Back to my liquid filled furrow!
But now I feel the need to rest
Sleep slowly does my brow caress
The sound of booming waves assists
And soon I’m gone in dreams of bliss.
Dreaming I’m a little boy
Perhaps of three or four
Playing on the water’s edge
Watching someone smile my way
A presence lovelier than any
You know from your own birth
From God that fill the earth.
She suddenly laughs and tenderly asks
“Did you love the wave I sent your way
My present to you on this wonderful day
As your thoughts were wandering
So very far away?”
Her eyes danced with fire soft starlight too
And her voice endless chimes did excite.
Her image shimmered as morning dew
In a changing gown of pure light.
Then the ocean stilled
As the waves ceased their motion
And all on the beach
Gathered round in devotion.
I awoke with a start!
Ran down to the shore
Dove into the water
Looked around for her alter.
No longer hunting for someone fair
With delicious body and long golden hair.
But seeking the love that keeps us alive
And wanting the source of the waves and our lives.
More poetry from Davidlind
Love’s Aging Moments
For all the different loves there are
I find this one to be by far
The one that keeps me up at night
The one that brings us most delight.
It calls to me each time to climb
The tree of passion fruit divine.
Although I sometimes fail to see
The bending grass that waits for me.
And yes I sometimes fall from grace
And land upon a softer place.
These things they seem to come and go
Like antlers on a dear old foe.
I wish our love could always find
Aphrodite and her shrine
Upon the ocean’s frothy shore
So I could dive and fall no more.