O come away, O come away today.
The water's warm, the wind is mild, my child.
O never stay, O never stay away.
The shore adores where sun beguiled has smiled.
The waves refill your prints upon the sand.
They tug your toes as water ebbs and flows.
The salty air embraces souls inland.
Inhale, exhale the spell that sparks and grows.
A day before the plane departs, you cry
and crowd the pier to watch the sun descend
into the ocean's blue beneath the sky.
The time arrives when rest achieves an end.
Each heart attaches hope and binds a dream
to places lovers hold in high esteem.
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Author Notes
I thank everyone who encouraged me to write a followup sonnet. The first lines of this one occurred to me as my plane departed Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
I photographed Los Muertos Pier.
Thank you for your review.
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