In my youth,

I remember swimming in the pale moonlight as I floated gently through the misty night. Gliding to and fro, I felt my delight grow, as I saw a lithe figure in the moonlight all aglow. She was beautiful beyond compare as I peered upwards at her raven hair silhouetted against the moonlight glare. Her eyes stared at me as I felt lost in the sea. My heart was beating profusely as I wondered what might be. I reached out to her hoping that she and I felt mutually.

I remember taking her hand in mine and with one bound I was standing by her side. With each move we made it was like a charade of love and bliss within a large abyss. For each gasp of night air I could not help but stare at her beauty far more than I should dare. I knew our time together might be short but I had to hope for a greater part. I could only hope for a love that might start between two hearts as we found each other in that misty night we shared.

I remember gently caressing her hair as we talked of little things only two lovers would dare. With her hand in mine I guided her gently through the sand slowly inching our way overland to the sea. My eyes would not leave her; my heart would not beat without her, my breath stopped in glee as we fell into the sea. Her arms around me, legs intertwined with mine as we slowly crept through the mists of that wondrous time.

I remember, as we swam together, each wave dashing against that dark bay where we found each other at the end of May. Her eyes were shining bright as we moved in tranquil flight from one dark rock to another in the night. Our hands would gently touch with each stroke we took until our arms encircled each other so effortlessly.

I remember, as our lips met in sweet surrender, the feeling I had of knowing our time together was rapidly drawing nigh. As our lips gently parted, our senses reeling, we kissed passionately amid this sense of impending dread rearing its ugly head. The sun was sneaking over the horizon peaking at us with its huge eye. We then knew our time was over and with a parting sigh we kissed one last time feeling our serene love fleetingly leaving like the wings of a dove.