The Girl And The Wave.

She spread her arms and he rushed in,
Without a blink or sigh or sin!
The shores giggled, conspired the trees
She laughed as he swept beneath her skin.

Their affair kept dawn on her toes,
She arrived on the tired fisherman’s brows,
Their sight brought back her lost lover
A poet of sunrise, now wed to daily woes.

The waves touched her glowing face,
Reminding of her beauty like a letching lad,
She closed her eyes and it washed away
Some scars deep, sands and memories sad.

At sunset she sang a sublime song.
He swept at her feet and played along,
Now and then brushed her soggy hair,
And wondered quietly what could go wrong.

As night arrived like a grey-haired keeper,
He walked her to the frowning dyke,
And as she slept soothed and loved
He waited patiently for the next sunrise.
-smita