When world was young and so were we
While summer’s sun warmed the sea
We lay on towels baked by sand
Tepid roots of love and then
Grew by power of rushing waves
That crushed the shore and made us crave
The touch of hands, the touch of skin
Oh love was but a whisper then.
The salty breath, each sigh anew
Through passing hours of just we two.
Oh, lord those languid glory days
And good lord how I wish they’d stayed
But love like flow of tides may pass
The wilting time of summer’s grass
Sun a shadow in winter’s frost
A low sad whisper that love is lost.
