Poetry

Almost timeless a wave breaks white
where we walk bare foot to the bay.
In the early evening the sky is star speckled
and out of one of the beach houses a joyful noise resounds.
From the distance the light of the lighthouse beacons
when small pebbles hurt our feet
and the city, the beach and sea is a beautiful vista
while a wave breaks washing over our feet
and you yell happily when we get wet from a bigger breaker
and to me you are far past pretty
as if your face does not change with time
and in the distance a car drives down the mountain pass
and I wonder if another night like this will come
and with happiness we are both astonished and surprised.