The Atlantic

The air blew across the atlantic as the dark water drifted to the edge of our toes.  

Our foot prints had already disappeared from the rising tide.  

Mistakes from the past were forgotten

just as quickly as those soft marks in the sand where we had walked.  

The sun was gone and the moon was rising slowly.  

The lighthouse in the distance set the mood of the night,

seeing her beautiful blue eyes in every rotation.  

Gently grasping my hand she pulled me along behind her as we ran 

down the shoreline with no particular destination.

I never wondered where she was taking me.

No questions were asked.  

Every so often she would look back at me.

A carefree smile that displayed pure happiness.  

This sort of smile was a rare sight for me, especially seeing it on her face.  

With this elegant girl there was no shyness nor bashfulness.  

Everything in this moment felt almost as if it were scripted

and played out to perfection.  

We were on our own world as everything revolved around us.

This was the way life was meant to be lived.