The waves roll silently up the beach,
retreating with a melodious hiss.
Subtle blends of sweet and salt,
the concoction of the dewy breeze.

The sand, virgin and supple,
painted only the pictures of our dancing feet.
Those pale crystals snuggled up between our toes
as we embellished the beach.

"Sir, Madam, its raining"
And yes it was.
Yet, our movements unbroken,
spelling our hearts out on the surface.

Neither party could comprehend,
only the doves that encircled overhead knew.
Did they speak of bleak or bliss?
Gay or Grief?

Written on their faces,
a smile.
Ah.
Eternity, now.