Beachcombing along Sweet Memories' shore,
Exploring for nuggets, treasures galore,
Looking for gems swept to me by Time's tide,
I suddenly remember I decried,
Eons ago so it seems, my soul mate
Fading away with the gray mists of Fate...
Could Eros fly beyond the sands of Time
And guide lost lovers to a better clime,
Not to where they will again be parted
But where forever Love is requited
Exultantly ecstatic and carefree?
Today on Pacifica's beach I see
Rocks, sand, some screeching sea gulls up above;
Unless my feeble mind is fooling me,
Each heartbeat is whisp'ring: "Here am I, Love!"
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