Meeting in Largo

Meeting in Largo

She runs and runs
into the sand
here we go
come take my hand.

White sand
reflects the light
the waves crash and glow
in the night.

A surging music
at high tide
sitting on the dock
with you at my side.

Seagulls caw and scream
a warm scene
in memory and dream.

And the rains came
they passed through
every day.
The rains came
seemed to
wash my sins away.

She runs and runs
out of sight
there she goes
she takes flight.

Into moonlit
eternal night
white moon
reflects the light.

-Will Dockery (11-29-17)