Millennium Cove
Is a time and place known only to Nancy and me.
Millennium Cove is a state of mind
And a special place where we
Watch the timeless turmoil
Of wind and wave and rock,
Hand in hand on the trembling sand,
Awed by the primal shock.
Millennium Cove
Has a pirates cave where the sea comes rushing in,
And slurps and sloshes and slides and slaps
With an irrepressible din.
Children again for an hour or two,
We laugh and climb and hide!
Nancy and me against the sea
And the tricks of a rascally tide.Millennium Cove
Is a secret cove without the summer crowds,
And the winter sky is a stormy sky,
Mottled with scudding clouds
Like celestial galleons they threaten,
And soon the sunlight fades,
As armadas clash, and the cadenced crash
Of the sea drums a cannonade.
Millennium Cove
Has great black rocks that never seem to smile
At comical pelicans solemnly
Flying by in single file.
Millennium Cove has a lonely gull
Who seems to want to be,
In this little cove, this special place,
A friend to Nancy and me.
Millennium Cove
Is timeless. I would not trivialize
These ancient shores and caverns
With calendars that surmise
To measure time in micro-spans …
“Millennia?” This primordial sea,
These hoary rocks, these Cambrian sands,
Evoke eternity!
Bill Dowey