little white lies lay on the sun burnt grass
her fingers dance with eccentric melody
little slender smiles incur subtle reactions
our days are numbered with immortality

inaudible whisperings of sweet nothingness
these meandering waves hold nothing to us
the breeze does little but smile upon;
the haunting words that fill our worlds

we lay together, transcendent;
entwined in somnolent solitude
we sang together, jovially;
our hearts enveloping the lands

omnipresent, the eyes shift naturally
and we envisage a future with crimson skies
she whispers words of irrevocable honesty
and we follow each other into the sea...