Seaspun Friendship

A beckoning
yearning
Souls refuge
purest intentions
more than an escape.

Whether tears, giggles, victories or hurts
I listen, not just hear.

Ginger-hued parchment sky
clouds slashed with brushstrokes
of cranberry stain
and violet dye
cerulean blue
passionate artist hue.

A beauty piercing
as a lightning strike
slicing one in two
intensity with
fireflame blue.

Here the soul is warmed
and fed
even the air
grateful for the chance
to share it's
windswept breath.

Salt tipped mist
of sand
a canvas
marking the heart.

To the waves I whisper
the swell aware
of heart's delight.

Upon the wet sand I stretch
my body and thought
ocean two-steps
drenches hair
and licks the toes.

Finger breezes dip
and lift sprays
to christen skin
with crystal droplets touch.

The waves crest,
a surge of hope for the heart.
Clouds fold
a golden light
set down upon
obsidian pool below.

Sun kisses sea
a shiver, not a chill.
Sunset bleeds into water
casting shimmering prism
a jewel box night.

Pearl orb suspended
in velvet sky
pierced by singing stars
my ears absorbing their chorus.

Luscious abyss of darkness
I wish not to escape
enveloping with it's satin touch
a phantom kiss, seaspun rush.

How can one not be inspired
for in the sun and moon
stars and watery deep
poetry is alive
etching itself unto us.
Were you to cut us open
we would bleed the sea and heavens.

As our time this day ends
a stitch pulled closer to mend
tender, long hugs we share
fortifying friendship's spark.