Warm daze, when you wore flowers in your hair,
Sleepless nights, a scarf wrapped around us both,
Under a June moon, paradise was there,
The blue of the night, from the undergrowth,
We're down in the dark, no sign of daylight,
We're here in the night, with sounds of the wild,
If the howls frighten you, then just stick-tight,
Your black hair, moonlit, perfect mess it's styled,
Take me to the beach, bury me in sand,
Don't you know you are my approaching tide?,
The broken finger on the other hand,
When there's no where to run, no where to hide,
We could live in castles made from the sand,
Wouldn't it be perfect and oh so grand?

-Jamie F. Nugent