I wrote your name in the sand
Only to be erased by the noontide
But the essence remained
When my morning comes,
I’ll write your name again.
The breeze whispers a gentle sound of “hello”
Calling me, you
Beckoning us to the world beyond
I hear the sea
And I hear you
Calling, calling my name.
I feel your face
And see you smile
While the ripples gently dance at our feet.
I watch your serene countenance,
And nothing moves
Except the breeze and the ripples
We treasure this moment, this minute, this hour
A silence that inspire us
To write our names again in the sand.
Dusk is falling
And the only remnants are our footprints
And the sea calling our names.