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 in the wild

Beat of my heart

Oh, rhapsody

Tearing me apart

And I dreamed I was saying

Goodbye to my child

She was taking her last look at the city

Wading through dreams

Up to our knees

In warm, oceans swells

While bathing belles savor

Beneath hard bitten shells

Punch their iPhones

Erasing the numbers of great undone 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