We’re going thought it dancing

When I was young I had dreams I didn’t understand,

Now that the insight to understand them exists in me,

Reality is the kiss given endlessly by lips of sand

Between the foamy saliva of the reaching sea…

Every shore is in the right place, as long as you are with me,

Holding hands, running, embracing, rolling in the sand, kissing

Amidst the salty water, with warm skin touching intensely

Without a drop of awareness amiss or missing…

If you were the sea and I was the beach that embrace

Would last for eternity for there and then we’d be one, glancing

The time and places away, every time with a different face,

And as now, as ever, we’re going thought it dancing…