Marry

Will you tie me in your arms
and before the ocean hold me?
We may be shelter for the other.

The photograph: colored sheets flying,
fieldstone and fruit trees,
a house on the bay.

The music: one gull, I whistle, I shout,
I sing songs, I would speak
no more of the storm.

So tie me to this place,
let our roots go down to water
and us rise up, leaves, shade, flower, child!

“Tree” by Kühn Martin @ DeviantArt.com

A Well-Lit Path