You and me.

Sitting there alone under the bustling trees.

On the dock down the street.
Where we sit and watch the fleet,
                              of lights leading the way
Out onto the flaccid water of the bay.

You and I alone at last.

Silent and sturdy like a pane of glass.

That has become the water,
                              out in front of us.
As we ponder our lives away
We grow old together at the bay.

Our eternal love was show the way,
by the fleet of lights out on Annapolis' bay.