From the oceans eye

She watches them all summer.
They came at the first of the season.
In seperate cars,
From different places.
She watched them meet.
That warm day, when he caught her gaze on her shoreline,
And worked up the courage to go and talk to her.
She smiled playfully,
As he commented on the perfectly placed lines on her sketch pad.
The next day,
The two of them arrived together.
They ran into her cool waters,
Splashing around.
In the throughs of fresh love.
The highst point of the summer season.
Nights they spent,
Sitting on her warm sand,
Tangled around each other.
Feeling every heartbeat.
Jumping at every touch.
They danced to the music
Created by her waves
Breaking at their ankles.
The stars shined
As a spotlight
At the only thing either of them had noticed all summer.
Each other.
But then, the sky became gray.
Autumn was on its way.
August was bringing a glow of red and orange
To everything it touched.
The heat was dying,
And the breeze got colder.
It was time to say goodbye.
And the two became inarticulate
To express.
The words would not come.
Tears replaced them,
Falling from her delicate eyes.
His fingers whiped them away.
They fell back on the sand,
Inhaling,
in one big breath,
Every bit of texture that summer had to offer.
Every last sound,
smell,
touch,
and tingle.
And reluctantly,
They went.
Pulled away by the changing season,
And the persistant bickering of time itself.
Never to meet again.
And she watched them go,
Off inseperate directions.
She felt their sorrow from her depths.
The darkness within her endless waters
Churned like the pit of their stomaches,
And she will never forget the show.