Our Footprints

We left our footprints on the sand,
Impressions there from where we stood,
From whence our arms embraced and held
Each other’s comfort when we could.

The sun-drenched waters tumbled in,
They bathed with cooling, kind content
To give us balance from the warmth
That burned within from passion spent.

Our lips were soft as eider down
So warm and loving, giving pause
And tightly held our gentle touch
To grace Poseidon’s sweet applause.

The footprints moved, continued on,
They brought us to another place,
They pressed our markings on the sand
Then disappeared without a trace.

How fleeting are those memories
Impressed there on the sands of time,
Reassigned within our souls
To live inside our hearts sublime.

We left our footprints on the sand,

As we moved onward, hand-in-hand.

I remember writing this poem in 2006 upon reflecting about how quickly our lives pass through the years, and how it's important that we act immediately on what we intend to do or we'll never get another chance.