The Joynt,
nice place for a chance,
heartbeat quickened.
A beauty named a chance
encounter.
A love struck fire in a
Smokey forge.
A time rung true under church bells
clock.
A child brought forth five times
happy.
A happiness in embrace for
every moment held dear.
A true lover's held near.
A best friend's advice best
beyond even tears.
I love in beauty the everything found so very much here.
Walking near the shore,
hand in hand.
Bit's of sand melted glass one of our treasures held dear.
Finale in the last of loving breathe guarded fierce.
In the bit's fallen through a new love's begun,
for a new generation to hope to quench the thirst.
A little sand to color the horizon and the beyond.
