for the promise of you

at the sudden, insistent cries
of the seagulls, startled,
I realize that I have just
brought you
to this sacred place,
sacred to others for other reasons,
but hallowed by me
for all the beauty I see:
beauty that, while spectacular,
and even sublime,
cannot hold a candle
to the woman you are,
and this place, out on
the edge of the edge
of the world, reminds me
of how far I will go
today and into eternity,
for the promise of you,
for the promise of you.

March 8, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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