Wild Hearts

[Guest guest]

We walked

to the shore

in the mist

before dawn.

In raptured wonder

the moon stares up

from the

unbroken mirror

of the sea.

The only sound,

the impassioned breathing

of the dolphins

in the season

of their lovemaking.

On a sparkling

emerald breeze

the fragrance of

wild hearts

beating free

brushes my brow

with your beloved hand.

And together

we witness

the beauty

and mystery

of the birth of

one more day

Mace