Circling the ominous, luminous source,
Rotating, oscillating endlessly.
This invisible force,
Maintaining our course,
All the while it's just you and me.

As we dwarf the weeping clouds,
Reeling through the treacherous peaks,
The rains parallel the sounds,
Of the friction between our cheeks.

On every coast beneath the trees
Exists my lover and me.
I am the wind that carries the leaves,
She is the sand that stymies the seas.

And when the surf washed in steep,
Swishing backwards in tender sweep -
Imprinted in the sand
Were our footprints collided,
Thus the elements decided
The world was ours to keep.