Wind Chimes

The air is full of windchimes,
Chiming in the air,
With musical little tinkles,
No sound could ever compare.

The chimes hang from trees,
Surrounding the small beach,
Slowly we walk forward,
Our lives seeming complete,

The wind floats softly over me,
Across my face and arms,
Across my hand entwined with his,
Sending off silent alarms.

My skin feels electrified,
As we walk hand in hand,
His whisper in my ear,
Our feet in the sand,

His face lights up,
With a mischevious light,
As he pulls me toward the water,
I don't put up a fight.

The sand between my toes,
The wind in my hair,
The water climbing my legs,
The music in the air,

The sun set splashes over us,
As the water swirls round,
Our eyes lock,
Not making a sound.

I catch my breath,
Stare deeply in his eyes,
The moment perfect,
No words can describe

He leans towards me,
My heart skips a beat,
My eyes closed tight,
Our lips meet.

-Bri