The Last Refugee

Lie with me now

Under lemon tree skies

Show me the shy slow smile you keep hidden by warm brown eyes

Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart

And wonder at love's sweet ache

And the wild beat of my heart

Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart

And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child

She was taking a last look at the sea

Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells

While bathing belles soft beneath hard bitten shells

Punch their iPhones, erasing the numbers of redundant lovers

And search the horizon

And you'll find my child, down by the shore

Digging around for a chain or a bone

Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea

The last refugee