We walked that day down by the bay on water sand and stone.
The ocean grey without Sun's rays. We strolled along alone.
The thoughts expressed were ours to test, to like or simply hate.
The moon: our guest who, on wave crests, would brightly radiate.
We talked of nonsense, evanescence, and things that we'd never see.
We discussed reliance placed on an alliance to an unorthodox degree.
With ideas of this place that floats lonely in space and is sometimes referred to as Earth,
We allowed time to erase and love to encase the feelings we'd endured since birth.
We talked of prose, realistic goals, but dismissed that subject for sprites,
Which began talk of ghosts, we were spirit engrossed, for we heard them crying each night.
Life after death we debated in depth, The existence of Heaven and Hell.
Until all that was left was the time filled with breath; our lives were all we had to tell.
Secrets were revealed and our lips were sealed for there was no one who needed to hear
All of the things we feel or the things we'd concealed; our passions, our hopes, and our fears.
Now nothing was hiding inside or dividing us from each other; we were one.
And our hearts were inviting, this feeling enticing us to courageously face the Sun.
For the rest of our days I hope this feeling stays and never abandons me.
Even though our hair greys, our hearts have been at play since that walk years ago by the sea.