"On Sullivan's Isle"

(photo by: annonymous)
There is an ocean pulsing on the shore
that beckons lovers swim;
and kiss upon an ancient beach
along the frothing rim.

Where heaven sounds its eventide to spill
from clouds quite ominous.
Yet here enthusiasm climbs
As dim befalls to dusk.

We huckleberried pants to dip our toes
and make amends. The sea
preserving in its claim of warmth;
held happy company.

And though we didn’t swim in deep;
we tested aptitude;
discovering innate restraint.
The ocean understood.