TIDES

by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona)

Ocean beach she stands . . . huddled against the cold . . .
The gentle edge of surf at her feet . . .
Water flows in and out lapping her toes . . .
Water whispers . . . could sweep you away.

Depths stir . . . One and one forever?
Horizon’s faint light . . . distance be.
Dreams' desire of distant comforting love light embraces . . .
From this safe distance how love truly know.
Light a searing flame also can be . . .
Both before known . . .
Alone resolved . . .
Burned never again!

Still huddled against the cold . . .
Remaining on the shore, new love never know. . .
Shore’s safety forever stand?
Ancient question:
Risk hearts' uncertain journey of love.
Behind . . . cottage comfortable . . .
Windows’ light from hearth’s fire glows . . .
Welcoming door . . .
Music's dreams . . .
A soulful cello waltzing with the night . . .
Canvas’ jubilant colors walls adorn . . .
Room for five . . .
Chair one . . .
Table one . . .
Dinner one . . .
Bed one . . .
Pillow one . . .
Room of dancing light . . . music’s dreams . . .
Canvas’ jubilant colors walls adorn . . .
Surely enough?

Windows open to ocean breeze . . .
The gentle surf’s rhythm of life . . .
Water flows in out lapping her soul. . .
Water whispers . . . could sweep you away.
Depths stir . . . One and one forever seductive be?
Dream . . . desire . . . distant comforter light embracing . . .
Rising of prayers . . . tide lifts little boats of hope . . .
Expose heart . . . Sail for distant love's shores?

©Glenn Johnson