[Old Sarge]

Walking the beach alone
is an old pastime of mine.
Surf and sand, along a strand of land
the booms of waters a beating heart.

The waves gave rhythm to my own,
tremulous heartbeat,
fluttering and murmurring alone,
solitude was all.

It's not so bad, anymore today,
with another's heart along the morning stroll,
a new and different heartbeat
the metronome for my own.

Now, in day or dark,
sun or starry night
I no longer walk alone
but in time with you.

[SAMWolf]

Now, in day or dark,
sun or starry night
I no longer walk alone
but in time with you.

Nice, Old Sarge.

[snippy_about_it]

Very nice Sarge.