Beau Taplin

Simple Pleasures

You remind me so much of life’s simple
pleasures and everything effortless and
sweet in the world. A good read. Fresh,
clean sheets. A quick dip in the sea. A
cozy, rainy Sunday morning with a hot
cup of coffee and no place to be.

Stargazing

We sit in silence and watch the stars,
I suppose because there are no words,
not in all the languages on earth, that
can properly describe the feeling of
being in love.

And perhaps those little burning
lights out there in the dark are the
closest we come to something that does.

Seashells

My dreaming of you is a lot like
listening to the song inside of a seashell.
You can’t see the waves or smell
the salt, but its call can make you feel
like you are right there by the ocean.

Of course, I know you’re not really
here, but when you miss a thing this
badly, even the illusion is enough.