under starshine you glow
mithril strong
a crescent moon
slices my heart
open
while gentle waves tug
sending aural strokes
slurping
along the dark
wet margin
where we walk
inhaling salt tang
absorbing each moment
with every sense
involved
waiting
behind you a meteor streaks
falling into
the realm of promises and dreams
dusting magic
into my eyes
David Trudel © 2014
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