birthday

for my sweetheart's twenty-eighth birthday
which was on friday
I whisked him away to the sea
for a few days
because I love this man,
I do, I do.
We listened to waves,
felt the whitest of sand between our toes -
(and hands when sandcastles are being constructed)
we soaked up sun
and scrambled over rocks -
we watched local dolphins dip and dive,
he swam in the cold salty blue
and I frolicked knee-deep,
we read books and prepared good food,
laughed long and slept sound,
we walked in the bush we love so well
and reminisced on how we would miss it
when we move continents -
and sat still for a moment to pray a blessing
on the shore -
that when we return again
the trees would still be stretching tall and grey,
that the sand would still be white.