Walking the beach bright
sun in her hair
side-by-side we stare
at the shifting sand
through tanned toes
ebb tide wets
feet with every flow

The perfect shell can't be seen
though with each step we take
we add a link
to a chain of commitment
to never break

To feel the breeze
the squeeze of her hand
I look up
to see that smile
sinking me into a reality
of who and where
I am in life
glad to be a man

04/15/2007