I touch my nose to yours…

I touch my nose to yours…
Following the motion of your eyes…
Each reflecting a different view…
And a wide sea within.

The sea, She carries her own light…
Her reflection in the sand and seashells…
Come on, we can track Her love down the beach…
It smells more like a beginning than an end.

Can you feel the earth’s roundness beneath your feet?
Making them light as a whisper…
Her shores like poured porcelain…
Her estuaries like rivers of gold.

This is all freely given…
All we have to do is stop fixating on the road ahead…
Each view reflecting a different miracle…
But to see them clearly you need to become one with the heavens…
Because miracles are a packaged deal.

Sometime long ago our circuits must have shorted…
Life becoming only a winter chill…
But the answer has always been right in front of us…
Embedded in the seashells.

I love you,

Annie