Lydia Libby

Side by side, silent are the waves.

Pools of pale yellow and white outline their silhouettes.

There is a soft impending whisper coming from the wind.

Two shadows in the thick of the stillness.

A glow dances in small circles against the black.

A beacon in the distance lighting a path.

It is there where the two silhouettes find it.

Neither speak.

Only a glimmer of a smile.

Illuminated by the hopes and dreams of those who are willing to love.

The lights will transcend us into perfect harmony.