Strand beach

There’s a slight breeze over the sea tonight
and the tide ebbs out, but I can hear
the braking waves
and see the phosphorous
of their wake
and yet more silent
the brush of water on the sand
and the voices of the sea
sounds jubilant to me
and when the tide changes later
it grows stronger

and it’s as everything I hear
have the sounds of faith and hope
rising up louder and louder still
and as if we are moving into a new age
where man is beginning to comprehend
his role to his fellows

and the moon rises big and full
like a light guiding the way
and your hand in mine
burns with its own intensity
and the look in your big eyes
tells me how much you love me
with promises of a new tomorrow in them.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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