| The Beach A gallop heard, thundering on air, Growing bigger I could see, a small speck in the distance. in a moment was upon me. Over gales of laughter, giggling I could hear. Beach nearly deserted, so left but little fear. On passing by, I saw the smiles, faces full of cheer and glee. only watching each other, never seeing me. They passed a child collecting shells, an old man digging clams. they rode and rode and disappeared, touching each others hands. The story could have ended, but I wanted to see more. About a couple so in love, along the wind swept shore. I caught up with the pair again. nothing changed, was still the same. Happiness danced in their eyes. in the surf and out they came. Both were playing joyfully, like children with a toy. her batting long eye lashes, trying to act so coy. She a lady, full grown woman, sat tall upon her steed. He a man, robust he was, found she met all his needs. I stood and felt my jealousy, watched the perfect pair. I knew not in my lifetime, would such as this compare. Dismounting muscled thoroughbred, he held his arms for her. she slid down from her lithe like mare, he held her from the surf. He placed a kiss upon her lips, her arms around his neck. horses followed close behind, he walked upon the deck. He carried her up staggered steps, put her head next to his cheek. Stood her on the landing, searched pockets for his keys. When the door was opened, he sat her down inside. He then jumped off the railing, danced on sand ,and jumped up to the sky. He took off to the horses, brush, tend and water them. I looked up and noticed her, at the window watching him. I left the scene, knowing in my heart, that they were meant to be. Just knowing this, I walked away, knowing they'd always be happy. Sometimes every now and then, whenever I hear laughter. My mind will picture him and her, living happy everafter. The Masked Writer <o.o> <o.-> <o.o> � 2001 T Lovett |