litters jewels across the quiet sand,
and light through the trees, soft and green
is a springtime blessing on our lovers’ scene.
Your feet on the grass, pale with snowdrops,
palms in the sky, walking the treetops,
then whispering words into the air like birds,
you touched a hand upon every note unheard.
And forever in your hummingbird hues,
dappling the water with bliss and blues,
the sand on our soles hushed and gone,
that gentle song murmuring on and on.