White Sand

by Connie James

We walked through white sand

my lover and I on bare feet.

Silken were our arms when

locked together.

Clear were our smiles for

lilies grow in our hearts.

Pure smooth stones we found

and joy is our only message.

No secrets can be found; as the

sun does shine on our minds.

With cooperation do we relate

and love is breathing on that

white sand, while we hold

the blue and green small smooth stones.

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Connie James is a poet, mother, and grandmother who has lived in Eugene, Oregon for many decades.  She has been published in literary journals and anthologies such as Mermaid Mirror and The Elephant, and has published two chapbooks; Magic Mirrors and Poiesis.  Connie is also an artist, and her illustrations are included in her chapbooks.  When not writing or drawing, Connie is an avid supporter of all arts.