Sand witches, solar sisters, they are the
west coast in this part of the cosmos,
tied to the hip with American thighs
and Brazilian otherwise, donning
catamaran bottoms the color of
red liquorice and snuggly
they sit at their
international
dateline
as if by
magic

The beach blows cold
Without your warmth
•
The light of whose smile
Brightens the darkened horizon
•
Sol, your comfort
During turbulent wakes
Rises with you
•
Silent shimmers shining
Early morning waves
Where you sit to bask
In the eyes of your equal
•
You, the Terrarian Sun
Stare back in wonder
As the undefeated ascends
Above the clouds
•
Projecting a carousel
Of shifting shapes
In contrast
•
Each a day in the life
For all the days you lived
•
A horizontal panorama of you
At peace
•
Something so desperately sought
On those white sand shores
•
Now, so far away
•
As all suns must set
•
Yet ever in their passing
Paint the sky
In colorful remembrance
•
Where warm pastels of Rose
Marry soft reds
Into darker cherry
•
Cooling into neon baby blues
And bursting orange hues
•
That slowly start to fade
With your days dying light
•
And you join the stars
Patiently awaiting the dawn
•••
And a warm beach breeze