Unworthy are my words of you,
impatient as birds
encouraging the morning light.
Ours is a gentle and quiet embrace
soft and settled in enduring night.
To wake from the sweetest dream, so calm,
can never compare with this peace in your arms.
Into me you instil with your kiss
a feeling never before known;
like wishes on the wind,
riding dandelion seeds,
over miles and mountains
long have they flown.
Now to rest - to bloom
in abundance and delight -
after such a long
and tedious flight.
Our love so tender,
tentative and tethered
to a long since frayed, ruinous rope,
of which only a solitary strand remains
lacking strength of reason
or any real hope.
To continue downstream
from a dried up source
is it not high time
you change your course?
Empty now is this beach
kissed by low tide
sand longing for water's return
in the passing of time.
Such sand too, like skin,
drying under a careless sun
burning hot as my need
for your lips on mine.
How senseless it is
for us to ignore;
we belong together
like sand and shore.
And if not for the obstacles
we have yet to crack
surely we would not
hold this flood back.
Written by Laura A Coats
