Christopher and Gilligans Island

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The unexpecting reap such benefits as these: Each ripple overlaps another Every wave eventually crashes We saw to the bottom when we were close... From afar its teal appearance sparkles. I reserve it like a Degas; our moments together. Your eyes have depths of oceans boundless and rough I could swim for lifetimes over just to once again visit those calm waters We layed encompassed beneath the fragile palms as we swayed on that hammock to the sounds of the conche listening to their whispers, embracing their melodies, in the short time that we could. Here among the pines and oaks I listen quite intently, but I cannot hear correctly, as they rustle in the wind. My dreams are reminiscent of your warm caressess; my grip tightens as you pause to go, but the memory of your touch is the warmth that is my sun, that will shine the day after. What I cannot see or feel,what I cannot taste or hear, drives the highways of my mind. My fortune and my harp I left upon the sannds to float away I untied the tiny braids that the bahama lady made, and saved all the beads from my hair.. Tis true my love ran fast and deep, I won't forsake thee, this promise I do keep. I trust we will be together if you ever find the treasure, just listen for the harp ;she sings, and look to what the undertow brings. As does all the universe, we go in circles. At the halfway point I'll wait, To meet you again in the middle.

C.N.Beckmann