July 6, 2011 § 2 Comments
We dug, dug until the sand grew moist.
We dug until our hearts found each other,
And hid our love in the bottomless pit
Formed to shield ourselves from
The cruel, blazing wind.
We held, held tight to give warmth
And comfort from the ocean’s rage.
Waves taunting and mocking,
Bliss found its birth in
The shouting winds and chanting sand.