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Maureen K Clifford
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Post by Maureen K Clifford » Fri Dec 27, 2019 7:28 pm

THE LOVERS ... Maureen Clifford © ...

Inspired by The Amazing Art of Jim Warren ... n.sku16214

The golden sands stretch empty for miles and miles each way
and they reach out to the oceans sweet embrace.
Tendrils of sea grass lie scattered along the empty shore
like tresses of windblown hair against your face.
The cresting surf, topped with white foam
races to shore to welcome home
the one who walks its shores alone.
Water like lovers meet and greet. Embracing.

There are pink clouds drifting in the sky, today they're barely moving
and slowly they change shape as they drift by.
Marshmallow clouds now hide the sun, its rays beneath them peep
and images are forming in the sky.
Two lovers gaze into each other's eyes or so it seems
she lifts her face towards him. Is he the man of her dreams
He reaches for her tenderly. Enhanced by bright sunbeams.
Two cloud lovers, mistily each other facing.

The ebb and flow of tide tumbles small shells onto the shore
and a pair of Dolphins surf out in the waves.
The walker strolls along the sands, just enjoying the day
is it silence, solitude or peace he craves.
The aqua waters of the sea are topped with foaming lace.
Spumescent whipped cream waters, where two lovers embrace.
Is it Neptune and a Mermaid? He cannot see their face
as they disappear beneath the waters racing.

The rocky headlands guard the bay their face dark and imposing
and the waters froth and bubble at their feet.
The golden sands stretch endlessly, in little hills and furrows
a demarcation line where land and waters meet.
And down the hill comes a small child, running fast and fleet
to her Daddy with her arms outstretched, she calls in a voice sweet
“Let's go and have a paddle Daddy the sand burnt my feet”
and the tide is busy now footprints erasing.

And sometimes we are lovers, and sometimes only friends.
Parents, sisters, brothers but always at the end
there will be those who loved us and loving never ends
though the footprints and the visions may be fading.
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