A Tender moment on an empty Beach


To regress into a state
of temporary childhood,
where holding hands
and kissing,
knee-deep in the golden sands of time,
would simply be

And gazing into the eyes
of a loved one,
held in a gentle embrace
so softly,
by a tender arm beneath the shining sun,
would hold true

For I,
who am lost in fantasies
of a fading moment.