Polishing Stones

Her eyes are wide with innocence
As they invite me into her world.
Hand in hand, we make our way to the beach
Amid the seaweed and the driftwood and the garbage
As we carefully step among the debris,
Seagulls protest our midnight arrival.
In the drunkenness of our youth
The Storms of Life are mythical
And God is but a smoldering ember
Waiting for the wind to blow;
So far away are calamity and He,
Tonight, it is pleasantly calm,
Like the fragrant ocean to which we escape.
Hills cloaked in darkness
Echo carnal laughter
As our innocent bodies
Help the beach stones
Take on a new smoothness.
The midsummer night’s air is ripe with life,
As the moon pours its milk over the harbour-
A lighted passageway across the black water
Stretching to infinity.
I already know that I love her
And I want to stay forever
Here in the seaweed and the stones
And the sand and her soul.
Her lips are moist and tender
And she leads me to some places
That I have never been before.
And she tells me silly rhymes
And she sings a silly tune
‘Til I am giddy with emotion.
The waves polish the stones-
They’ve danced that way forever,
And I wonder if we’ll dance that long.
And I know so little of God
And I know even less of guilt,
For guilt is but mist
In the morning of our youth,
And God...
Well, God seems to be an older person’s truth.
All I know for certain is that
Her eyes are wide with innocence
And I shall never be the same again.