Poem 507

One from the heart …

The West Shore

I reach out and touch
the part of you most true
a child with shining eyes
the colour of mine
with nothing of duty or due 
nothing owed
that goofy girl
in the still centre of you
heartbreaking in her smile
she’s never learnt to turn off
for strangers

out of all the years I call you
by your true name
let me play beside you now
on the beach
a single long afternoon
inside the sound of the waves
two skinny kids
who for once aren’t afraid

always there are our lives
we’ll trail sand
back into
our sticks and our writing
left under the tide
don’t let go my hand
yet
look back once

let's say 
that we played here
say that we always will
say we play here still