It was calling my name
and already has our initial on top.
How could I turn that down?
From the upstairs deck we’ll watch
the moody waves seek perfection,
carrying its sea foam dancers
to and fro until
the wind has its way
and ends their routine.
The walls in the kitchen are a
and through its sun-filled windows
we’ll voyeuristically witness
the love making of sea and shore,
the constant kissing ritual
their undying and eternal affair.
From the palm roofed tiki deck
you’ll watch with smiles as I
open like a silken rose and
give myself, arms outstretched
to lie on top of one who will carry
the weight of all my burdens
and return peace to my soul.
From our bedroom upstairs
with walls matching the blue of your eyes
we’ll listen as each day greets us
with the heartbeat of the sea
and each night’s symphony lulls us
into another dreamland.
Through the open windows we’ll
welcome life’s blood, the quenching rain.
Soaking up negative ions, we’ll scour the shore
after storms for treasures
deposited at our feet.
We’ll line our boardwalk with coquina cairns
and the centerpiece on our dining table
will be gifts from the sea.
You’ll call to me when I’m nestled in
my writing spot, the sunny window seat
at the top of the stairs
to watch the dolphins frolic
in our liquid back yard.
From all its rooms
we’ll inhale salty peace and
exhale pure joy.
We’ll christen it with love, dance and sage,
this house I bought for us today,
if only in my mind.
Poem 17 for National Poetry Month