If We Could Be

 
 
The light
beach sand  
shadowed in the  
dawn  
Soft sea whispering  
"I Love You's"  
in the wash  
behind it  
 
A dead branch  
from a tree  
[no one  
has seen]  
Tattoed  
in burn marks and
termite burrows  
scattered aimlessly  
surounded in  
sea shells  
on the shore  
 
I'd hold her hand  
She'd walk over it  
concentrating  
as if  
it were  
a balance beam  
 
Then she'd giggle  
as she  
lost balance  
falling  
into my arms  
 
Oh  
If we could  
just rewrite  
the  
beginning  
 
The middle  
would be public  
 
The end a  
passionate  
embrace  
written in the clouds  
celebrated by the stars
sung in the white horse
of the Atlantic's
misty  
ocean
breath
 
Entry 2  
Letters to Society, God  
& The Goddess  
GloPoWriMo 2018  
April 2nd