The rain is e’er in your eyes,
the wash of morning spray,
bathing sunbeams of gold
that pierce the ocean waves,
and lend faint illumination
to the crest of dreams in you,
‘ere your heart is newly alight,
and shows itself with shimmer,
glinted in the rain of your eyes.

A gentle wind is in your hair,
sweltering whispered breeze,
the sultry dance of summer,
as it gives rise to your breath,
and in its rise, the softest sigh,
that breath of summer sways,
until a breeze carries it wild,
and returns it, in tenure now,
to ride the wind in your hair.

A vast ocean is in your lips,
that gentle rush of warm,
among the breaking waves,
carried by its tide of soft,
the wet dance of your mouth,
like the constant rolling surf,
as you offer up your breath,
in a kiss of immaculate tide,
the tide…