You wait on me, dinner from La Serena grill.
A movie together smolders into shared passion.
The sounds of traffic blur by the call of the surf.
Ocean dances rhythmically under the grateful firmament.
She gives Christmas lights, before the holiday, all free.
It is Fall.
Sweet gum leaves dry to take flight
only to be spilled crunchy into the fire.
We bake an atmosphere of crimson cinnamon.
I return home to an existence of frightening darkness.
You have an early morning.
I make my getaway on the spine of leaves
or I will fail and stay within your rose colored bed.
Outside, the moon opens a bowl low
waiting for the cereal of stars to fill her up.
Dipper shines low in the northern horizon.
Polaris finds her way over the glimmer of ocean.
My car rear lights require new bulbs.
Santa Ana winds whistle offshore.
They paint the sunset dusty scarlet,
make the night sky open deeper.
Heaven grants seer ability to pierce through minds.
Grateful for the glow of love.
The crescent moon was out over Laguna Beach last night
I wish you all a moment of reflection for the simple
gifts we are given.