Autumn meets Spring

Waves hum like vinyl on a lazy afternoon,

sunlooped gold on skin, a portable dune.

Palm silhouettes sketch our shaky smiles,

reeling in the laughter that lingers for miles.

We parked the shade beneath a cotton-candy sky,

bottled lemonade sweating, we traced the shoreline high.

A dusty road of shells and stubborn gulls approved our pace,

your hand found mine, a quiet vow in the warm breeze’ embrace.

Strings of light flicker as the harbor boats drift slow,

your tanlines wrote questions only the tide could know.

We danced to a distant synth that painted every grain of sand,

folk-roots in the rhythm, summer carved in our hands.

Take me where the ocean hums in emerald light,

where every breath feels like a chorus burning bright.

With you, the world turns soft and sweet and true,

this tropical July song is me and you.

We built a fortress of blankets, salt and cedar wood,

the market stalls flicker like constellations understood.

Your laugh cascades through the fan-blown heat and foam,

we find our heartbeat in the bass of a gull’s chrome roam.

A ferry bell, a rumor of rain somewhere far inland,

but here the sun stays patient, gently maps our plan.

In your pocket a compass that only points to feel,

we chase the horizon where the sea and horizon reel.

Take me where the ocean hums in emerald light,

where every breath feels like a chorus burning bright.

With you, the world turns soft and sweet and true,

this tropical July song is me and you.

Synth shards drift like pink sunsets over the porch,

a carnival of memories remixing every inch we scorched.

Shake of a scarf, a chorus in a scattered sea breeze,

we remix the day until the shoreline agrees.

There’s a rumor of forever in the salt-sweet air we share,

two voices weaving rhythms that the shoreline would declare.

Take me where the ocean hums in emerald light,

where every breath feels like a chorus burning bright.

With you, the world turns soft and sweet and true,

this tropical July song is me and you.

Fold the evening into a seashell gleam,

seal it with a whisper of our sunlit dream.