OUR PLACE

  

As we sit and watch the waves roll in

   And think of all the places we have been,

We hold each other so very close

   And know this is the place we love the most.

 

The rugged coast, the waves, and the sea

   My love for you, your love for me;

The cries of the gulls that fly above

   All these things we passionately love.

 

The wind blows through your tangled hair

   Fresh and enchanting without a care,

All the memories we hold so dear

   Until we come back again next year.

 

I know one day dear we will have to part

   And our spirits will wonder through the dark,

Then they will find images of our ghost,

   Watching from the cliffs that we loved the most.

 

Epaphroditus© July 31, 2003