A Poem about water seeping into the space between

by Janet Mamon

she stands
heels planted firmly on the sandy shore
toes licked and flicked by cooling waves

she breathes
heart syncopates to the ebb and flow of
mourning tides

she cries
warm tears
adding to the waves of salted beauty

she is
one with the sparkles of water, azure skies, and infinite loveliness

she sings
a song of thanks that fills her to the brim

she believes
she is complete
and takes a bow

she is quiet
in the applause of
whispering wind

she hears
oh my love
pull back the curtain
the show is about to begin