Day at the Beach
Heart beats like a drum
Its rhythm explodes in me
Rat tat tat drumming.
Heart beats like a drum
Its rhythm explodes in me
Rat tat tat drumming.
Tympani
of thumps
Waiting till my darling arrives
Heart madly thumping.
Dune’s peak he now mounts
His smile outshines noonday sun
Love overcoming.
Waiting till my darling arrives
Heart madly thumping.
Dune’s peak he now mounts
His smile outshines noonday sun
Love overcoming.
Come
sit beside me
On the warm welcoming sand
I brought a blanket.
On the warm welcoming sand
I brought a blanket.
Come
rest here with me
We can watch the waves roll in
Endless beach rhythm.
We can watch the waves roll in
Endless beach rhythm.
Drumming
of my heart
Echoes on the balmy beach
Pulse of waves roll in.
Gazing on the ring
Of the distant horizon
Curves, touching the sky.
Echoes on the balmy beach
Pulse of waves roll in.
Gazing on the ring
Of the distant horizon
Curves, touching the sky.
Share
a perfect day
Gulls squeal, wind blows, we whisper
Share our heart’s soft beats.
Gulls squeal, wind blows, we whisper
Share our heart’s soft beats.
Share
a perfect day
Gulls squeal, wind blows, we whisper
Share your beach blanket.
Gulls squeal, wind blows, we whisper
Share your beach blanket.
Purple,
rose, orange
Overtake fading azure
Streaks from setting sun.
“What is in your hand?”
“I have a surprise for you!”
Little golden box.
Overtake fading azure
Streaks from setting sun.
“What is in your hand?”
“I have a surprise for you!”
Little golden box.
Heart
beating in throat
Man kneels down on the blanket
Ring a perfect fit.
Man kneels down on the blanket
Ring a perfect fit.
Bells
will ring today
Blanket now a red carpet
Trade drum for organ.
Blanket now a red carpet
Trade drum for organ.
©Corinne Mustafa
November, 2012
November, 2012
Two Unforgettable Days
On this warm beach heart beating like a drum
I wait with spirit rhythms exploding
A day to imagine with joy’s boding
As o’er the dune’s peak hikes my cute pilgrim.
His sweet smile far outshines the noonday sun
Kisses my cheek, then puts down his basket
Kisses my cheek, then puts down his basket
He winks at me and spreads a red blanket
We recline on our sandy dune bastion.
We recline on our sandy dune bastion.
Pulses of waves rolling onto the shore
Gulls squealing, wind gusting, we’re
whispering
Pulls out a gold box, gives me a gold ring
Be my wife, it is you that I adore.
Pulls out a gold box, gives me a gold ring
Be my wife, it is you that I adore.
Bells ring out; I walk
down the red carpet
Trade drum for organ. Days I won’t forget.
Trade drum for organ. Days I won’t forget.
©Corinne Mustafa
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