Distant Visions of a Quiet Beach

I still hold you high,
but your pedestal is wide
and I know
I am not at the beginning
of your call back line.

You can smile
knowing everywhere else
I'm having more fun than feeling,
where with you
the two mingled
and danced
harmoniously,
overwhelmingly,

and it got away with me.

I can be happy with the knowledge
that our first walk
down a dream beach
with crashing waves
and glistening sand
was together.

The fire was hot,
but we were hotter.
My breath caught
and more than my feet got wet.

The story we wrote
held all of the sweetness
and humor
and passion
our hearts could lay out.
All that I was looking for.

It came with such ease
we both were taken by surprise.

I can't even look at that beach again
without you,
knowing how you feel.

Every now and then
I think I hear the distant echo of the waves,
feel the warmth from the fire.
I wonder,
but never ask.

Always afraid
of stepping too far
one way or another.
Never quite sure what to say.

It isn't often
a n y o n e
can make me feel so
flustered.
Not so often
Someone exists
who holds all the attributes
I respect,
admire,
am drawn to.

I found it only once before.

There you stand
so high
and I never reach
or fight for a place
in the ever growing line,

but in my mind
I will forever see
visions
of the lapping water
and heavenly moon
of our beach.