The wind whips through your hair, my love,

and the wild spray tangles through.

Light clouds billow high above

and the sea’s the deepest blue.

 

Love’s arrow’s lodged within my heart,

there’s lightness in my soul.

 

We’ve felt the bleakest night depart;

this fresh day makes us whole.

 

And as we walk together on

across the sand – and sing –

we’ll seize the joy we had foregone:

our treasure: everything.

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© Keith Brindle 2025