
The finest sand. The finest love. The finest time. It all goes too quickly.
IN THE FLESH
The Cicadas sing in the warm night air
Here and there an owl can be heard
Yet there is a silence inside my head.
I see all this in My mind's eye.
I hear it all like a smooth wave
landing on a distant sandy beach -
A wave broken into a million pieces
And sifted between each tiny grain
To silence the sound of its arrival.
Then I feel the sand between my toes
As a sun sends down incredible heat
I feel again your gentle heart beat
Against my chest as you hold me tight
Planting th softest kiss on my lips
But then you dissolve into the air
And suddenly there are stars at night
Shining brightly in a very dark sky
As I feel my tears trailing down
Taste them salty on the tip of my tongue
Wanting, wishing with all my heart
That we could go back in time
To re-live that moment
In the flesh.
© Griffonner 2026
Poetry by Griffonner
Written on 2026-02-19 at 10:54
Tags Caribbean  Love  Aging 
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