Dawn at Dusk

As we stroll hand in hand

along the coarse beach sand,

our foot prints fresh and wet

witness silently each new set

while they fade away

with neither fuss nor delay.

A clean slate of sand

so golden, so grand

awaiting bare feet

of new people to meet,

each leaving their mark

some faint others dark

The whispering breeze so restless

loosening my curls into a mess

impatient, eager to share its tales

as we inched ahead like snails.

The swaying palms painted green

lean low to savour sights unseen.

The mighty giant deep and blue

weaves foamy frills of a different hue.

The golden sun now dons pink

a bright fuchsia before the sink

into the horizon so very vast,

bright daylight will soon fade past

Nestled in nature’s arms,

truly mesmerised by its charms

we feel the passion we always kept veiled

and caged within our tender hearts.

At twilight your words of love

seem like blessings from heaven above.

This love is meant to be

nurtured and celebrated for all to see.

Should silver hair at life’s sunset

strangle our feelings in its net?

So here it is, “I love you.

Let us begin a life anew.”