Portraits

Love is the sand etched words
Drenched in thoughts of Seagull cry
Where the Ocean lies down to sleep
And beach kisses her foam-laced skirt.

Pain is the Ten Watt feeble light
And its one swarm lovelorn moths
The passion that wakes at purple dusk
And fails to burn to end of night.

Kiss is dew on half closed buds
And forest-fire on summer night
Seagull cry on a purple dusk
And thoughts of those sand etched words.