Twilight at Pontchartrain

There at the lake shore, the last light of day
slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade,
leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray
as my love and I watched them wander away.

Against the horizon, the line of the sea
rolled off in the mist into eternity;
and the seabirds and pelicans etched against the sky
cast their dark gentle shadows on my love and I.

At the edge of the world, with no more land in sight,
we watched as the water fell into the night;
and held hands, in love, as a seagull took flight,
its echoing cry filling us with delight

as the lap of the waves on the shore at our feet
stroked the soft, lulling rhythm of the earth’s heartbeat.
Then we smiled at each other, and rose from our seat
and returned to the world feeling fresh and complete.

To visit the ocean, or any great shore
is to understand beauty, and nature, and more;
and each time is different than each one before,
a unique expression of life to explore.

There at the lake shore, the last light of day
slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade,
leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray
as my love and I watched them wander away.

30 NOV 2002

for Sondra

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