Buoy To Bell

Don't read this if you dislike romantic poems. Yech. This is where we fell in love, at that lighthouse, under that moon, by that bell buoy, on that night. We rang church bells at the wedding too.

This is not a finished poem yet. It has problems, I know it, I can’t see them yet but I know they’re there.

           Buoy To Bell

     Thereunder its spell
    from the moon above
           we sat below
      upon the sea's swell            
           and fell in love.
    That beam laid a path
      quite simple to see,
        a shining column
          laid just for me.
     I remember your eyes
 and the ring of your laugh
      The buoy bell rung
    in the slightest breeze
        and we rung a bell
  with the greatest of ease.

           From buoy bell
         to wedding knell
      our marriage began
 from the loveliest of spires.
       The tolling goes on
    and the music inspires.

             L’Isle- 5/23
       A mushy love poem
        to my gal, my wife.