Alaskan City

Barefoot on the silky sand of the beach of days and nights, I wade quietly through the lively breeze beneath our northern lights. I put my hand before my lips, and soften a sweet sweet song; I raise my head to our resonance scattering where we belong. Far away on another land he hikes the hills of his quiet contemplation; Remembering how it was, he and I, he reminisces beyond sweet infatuation. The wind coolly caresses his senses, awakening a resonating melody; He sees me wading on that beach of the summer’s Alaskan city.