Here was the tide

Chasing us to sleep

 

Underneath the moonlight

Where we shared

Each other’s dreams

 

Covered by a blanket of stars to keep us warm

Not forgetting the bottle of wine

To keep us from feeling forlorn

 

Whilst rolling in the sand

The grains collected in our hair and in our ears

As we shook off the tumultuous tremor

Caused by future fears

 

And lay in the carefree splendour

Of a slightly drunken haze

 

Deciding that this is the kind of life

In which we will spend

 

The rest of our days.