“Maybe if I think you hard enough
You’ll be mine.
I’ll wish you – want you – wistfully whim you
Into reality, serendipity, destiny
And see your bright blue eyes
Gazing at me with a twinkle
And a grin – Yes, a smile
Walking through doorsill
Stealing my will to deny you any longer.
And against my tenacity for sorrowful sourness
You’ll woo my heart to the warmth of your
Your pure essence – a creative soul of deftness
At burning late day clouds away
With your hot-hot sun
We’ll have fun, Will,
While the kids laugh and play
By seaside, salty and soaked to the bone
We’ll look back in time and realize the signs
Were all pointing to sandy steps.
Laughing at the pain left in the watercolors of
Some murky wet paper, some class, some teacher
Long longtime ago,
We’ll know that tears wept then
Created the sea before us
And the cries were echoes of seagulls
For coastlines like the one
We stand upon today in
Lingering light of July rays.
And we’ll breathe the sea air and hear
The giggles of children with no care
For sad stories of yesterday.” – Megan Marie Seaman