I walk the beach, our favored spot
Searching for my love.
Pink puffs on blue, sun bursting through
Hopes are riding high
Be this the day I see his face
Finding his way back
To hearth and home, his family
Awaiting safe return?
I see a man. He’s coming near
Bursting is my heart
The gait is wrong, the build not his
Smashed to smithereens
The gulls are screaming, “Silly girl.
Spirits walk with God.
You look for him, but cannot see.
Open up your mind.”
“A special date, a butterfly,
Feathers, pennies find
A rainbow stretched across the sky
Messages of love.”
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