The shadows mirrored our harmless frolic
At the helm of dusk
Spilled over the pride of stoic dunes

The crimson rinsed day
Had crumbled to our young delight
Preserved in the pulse of the lashing sea
In constant, controlled disarray

We journeyed for the orchestra of frothing mayhem
With laughter garnishing each reluctant step
Cleaved through to the depths
Enthralled by our juvenile urges
The slow and delicate embrace
That consumes the fibers
Of our inner distress

A cool brush stroke of night
Coveted all things
In its blind and morbid hue

It was a sudden fortune
We treasured beneath our hides
Bound to secret luxury
Where we tireless raved
Nursed and reconvened

In the timeless scourge of dark
We unveiled the beauty
Of our finer selves

Until we could no longer withstand
The soothing lash of solitude
At moonlight’s silent perishing
Swift and unforeseen

Until we were blissfully taken up
By dawn’s soaring overture
The unsheathing magnificence
Of bright and beaming splendor