A Golden wind,
Blows tenderly across the sand
Whispering forgotten secrets
Through our reuniting ears.
The liquor,
Strong and sweet upon the table
Stirs and is stirred by Mad Scientists
Browning with the setting sun and our ambitions
Now lost and in pure ecstasy,
We walk aimlessly around the dock
With only the honking of a nearby swan to quiet us,
and the Golden ocean breeze to wake us up.
How long now
Have we spent forgetting all our faces,
That we are still so overjoyed
To see them shine before us once again?