The Beach at Night

 

 

 

The Beach at Night

by Mary Ann Kirisits

 

Told to choose just one small spot

To live out all my days;

I didn’t ask for miles of land

Or any paradise…

I only asked for room to lie

Beneath the solemn midnight sky,

With darkness for my comfort,

And stars to give me hope,

And the whisper of the constant waves,

To know I’m not alone.

The sand would be my cushion,

The salty air my high,

Excluding all the distant lights

Of time that must pass by.

 

Existing in my chosen world

Of solitude and peace,

You’d be there, present, all the while,

In heart, and mind, and soul…

For love is but a dream,

And dreams are not untold.