Dawn Encounter

Morning light through airport glass slows the clock’s spin,
A paper-wrapped burger still holds its warmth within.
Your lashes part the fog on the windowpane,
Whispering how West Coast winds iron the cloud’s skin.

Waves bleed their ripples into film’s silent hymn,
A yacht carves through jade-green riddles, sleek and slim.
Beach houses melt like sugar cubes in dusk’s dim,
While your lips cradle a kiss still sealed at the brim.

Candleflames drown the tide’s murmur in their dance,
A medium-rare blush stains my fingertips’ chance.
You spear black pepper, graze my lips with a glance—
Sudden heartbeat drowns the piano’s last romance.

Glass reflections freeze us in timeless embrace,
A conch shell’s hum lingers in the salted space.
Some old love song hums through speakers, warm with grace,
Moonlight brews our words to wine-stains, soft and traced.

Sea breeze in your hair folds to letters from the tide,
Paper boats sway past twilight’s hull, side by side.
Birthday tunes blend with waves’ chordal stride,
Moon dust clings to your lashes—half-smoke, half-guide.

Pockets hide years unspooled, yet to begin,
Your fingertips brush mine—a spark sealed within.
Two trails curve the sand, a latitude-thin spin,
Sweet as maps where our coordinates align.

Tides script our names in foam’s fleeting pen,
Footprints merge to one hour, again and again.
Like dawn met dusk at 34°N,
Forever under skies where clear clouds resign.

Waves rock memories’ rings, gentle and thin,
Your smile—my only barometer to win.
When fireflies drown in indigo’s grin,
Our meeting was weather’s script, woven within.