Split palms tilt, mirroring hearts.
Knowing ‘Love’ will seek you here…in this place,
at days end, lanterns spilt from bleached limbs glow,
in dusky hours fading, Sun rests on cresting sands
steel drum rhythm ready, steady their lulling flow
Clasped…distance closed by questing hands,
Watch in waiting, for horizons grace,
To descend o’er life’s demands
Palms, tilt mirroring hearts.
