Waiting

by Gemma Moore
(Weston super Mare, England)

She crept through the open window
While he was peacefully sleeping
And watched him for awhile.
A smile played on her lips
Of cherry. Golden honey hair,
Skin of milky soft tenderness.
And while she watched him
He quietly stirred and murmured.
He was dreaming a dream full of
Pureness and innocence
As sounds of the ocean gently washed over him
As he sat happily picking up shells
On the glittering shore.
She began whispering words softly spoken
And the look of contentment on his face
Told her he was listening.
In his dreams he searched for her
Almost so close but always too far away to reach her.
It was almost time for her to leave
And as ever this time came too soon.
But she would return to watch over him
Night after night
And he was happy to let her.
Safe in the knowledge that one day he would join her
For all eternity on the glittering shore made just for them.
Two star-crossed lovers
Together in harmony.