dawning

                    I.
I grasp a handful of your sand
     And let its smoothness sift through my hands;
A million starry diamonds as
     The nearby rush of the surging waves
Stays the makeshift hourglass
     But this night will feel no passage of time.
Grains of sand in my glass hands
Slow down;
     As infinity stills at the flashpoint...

Suspended time but fluid motion
     Waltzing down the stretch of beach
Collapsing in the silky dunes...
     A Nereid jewel leaps from the breakers
     And through the rift we've left in time
Ignites the moon to shine for us, alone
Builds a fire from bleachy driftwood
And applies Her torch to our desires...

                                                                                          II.
                                                                ("...its like my eyes can feel the smoke...")

                                                              III.
    Under the cover of a large blanket, they embrace in a wonderful entanglement of limbs. The cool blue moonlight presses gently down on them while licks of fire from the blazing tower of flames pushes them to fall deeper into the chasm, rosy flashes of brilliant color dancing in the closing valley between their faces.

                                      (I close my eyes.)

    They kiss and this moment is the flashpoint; all the Universe stands still and turn inward to meet thair new creation: they catch the attentions of the skies above; the bright and gentle stars see and shine with souls agape, astounded, that their celestial and most perfect love could be surpassed.

                                                    (the moon longs for such beauty)
                                        (the sea yearns for such continuity)
                                                    (the jealous tide reaches for them only to be caught in awe)
                                        (the fire's curling tendrils caould not outshine them)

     They hold on tight to one another, aware of the changes happening all around them. The tension lies between being and becoming; reality blurs as do their physical forms, yielding to the undeniable force, (that they, themselves perpetuate) and bliss overtakes them. Some would mislable it ecstasy; others, who know better would have no word befitting. But only these two would know it truthfully.

                                      (the night, voicing and encomium, could be heard over the horizon)
                            (behind which, the sun lingered in a reverant, spellbound veneration)

                                       (not to be confused with a dim flicker among infinity)
                            (no, a momentary flash would not do justice.)
                                       (not at all)
                            (And the sun creeps up over the horizon line.)

                                 And day dawns for the very first time.