The Beach

A love poem

fading over the eternal horizon

to dance in far off playgrounds

auburn streaks flame outward

fighting the days near end

rolling from the white horses manes

the touch of Poseidon’s breath

paints lips with drifting, salty air

lost in the ebb of moon pulled tides

no words break the crashing silence

our hands mingle

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

Author's Note

Any feedback welcome

Reviews

[Poetryman]

This is one piece of wonderful poetry.
Well done! I liked the poseidon aspect in it,
now I imagine that horse on the beach yes.

E.L.

[Poetryman]

Thanks very much for the kind comments E.L. ~ very much appreciated

Very welcome :)