That night <br />the beach was full of fires, <br />and the waves rolled in mysterious, <br />foam-laden, <br />from the ancient lands. <br />And on the beach <br />full of fires and magic <br />we burned our paper wishes, <br />for that night they might even come true. <br />Then, because we were unwilling to wait <br />the last few minutes, we ran <br />a little before midnight <br />into the mysterious, ancient, pagan sea <br />and submerged ourselves in the foam. <br />You rose up, <br />shouting amid the waves <br />with the joy of that night. <br />When fireworks shot into the sky, <br />and some, falling to the sea, <br />exploded there again <br />to shoot from the very waves, <br />you also leapt up, shouting <br />with the energy of that magic night. <br />And later, when we were almost <br />the last remaining in the sea, <br />we went up onto the beach <br />full of fires and love.<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/san-juan-night/
