I held your soft hand
As we both strolled on the beach
Sea murmured welcome
The morning still young
As the sun pushed over the sea
Lighting our faces
You shed your sandals
Then ran to the waters edge
Squealing at the cold
How I loved you Joan
As you turned to wave at me
Was that your goodbye?
The sun climbed upwards
Rising above the coastline
Waking the whole world
I turned to find you
Now coming back towards me
Your eyes said it all
Walking off the beach
We didn't say much at all
The sun on our backs
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A bit of mystery here, but I love it and how it follows this joyous/painful middle: "The sun climbed upwards
ReplyDeleteRising above the coastline
Waking the whole world'
I enjoyed reading this Old Egg, as Susan says it's a bit mysterious.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful romantic tribute to Joan
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Luv yor backdrop of the rising sun, a very different approach to the prompt, Robin
ReplyDelete"The morning still young
As the sun pushed over the sea
Lighting our faces"
MUCH LOVE...
The realization of the end, before it ends. Probably the saddest, loneliest time of all.
ReplyDeleteIt touches and moves deeply towards the closing lines.
ReplyDelete"Was it her goodbye?" That question alone is heart-wrenching.
ReplyDeleteAnd we're all left to wonder -- WAS it her goodbye? Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteClearly it was not Shakespeare's greasy Joan who keeled pots because her hands were not soft.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful moment, remembered. The edge of pain at such deep love, knowing one day the beloved will pass on........but the glory of having loved so deeply and so well. A gift. One of my favourites of yours, my friend.
ReplyDeleteAh - somehow I feel this is not the end of the story!
ReplyDeleteYou are right. This is a fictionalized account of of what happened when I was 17. After we were both widowed we reconnected in our late 70's after both our partners had died even though we live on the opposite side of the world to each other. It is warm comfortable feeling that we are friends still.
DeleteThe flames of a past romance reignited. Simply beautiful.
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Connections like these....brief or not always stay with us. This is lovely!
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