Beaches

In a way of love, there means stolen chances,
Glorious departure from reality in the glances.
Passion running out of control for hopes sake.
Both accepting fate shares the joy of the take.

What comes of a beautiful journey to admire,
Leaves feelings sensing exactly all to require.
Clock delivers rewards to bring fond miracles,
Discerning harmony when reaching pinnacles.

Test of an existence reduced to bearable size.
Left at vacant door all not worthy of real prize.
What arrives in midst of exciting commitment,
Gives ample justification of freed deportment.

Every hour spent in arms of comforting safety,
Lifts spirit to utilize what is found in a security.
Future settles to image of travel beyond good.
Exploration of mindful body defies scary flood. 

Floundering within risky waters justly forgotten,
As process throws out anything deemed rotten.
Tides moving a soul to search promised lands,
Sandy shore enriched as all time in sure hands.