In Sand Alone

This broad bright beach, less perfect now,
Without you at my side
When the air, the sun, and the warmth was right
Before you were my bride.
We lovers had a barefoot start
In sand and foam and tide.

Revisited place.  Not half as real
When only half is here.
No hand to hold...too far away,
No strange new voice to hear.
No stride to match, no tern to show
In surf a walking near.

We must return, and sun again,
Among the drifting dunes.
We must return and walk again,
With wet feet ‘neath the moon.
We were so young, so beautiful,
Before I was your groom