We dined on the edge of that world, ages away, what feels like ages ago.
Everything was precious from love struck eyes to waves lapping at toes.
We there. He never overseas before, me where I had never been interested to go.
Sharing new days, under the same sun by water that comes and goes.
Who knows but this water it may follow me home,
on the ocean currents and through a channel
to the great lakes of cottage country,
hinting at those precious things, ages away.
Enticing me to find them again today,
where they need not be ages away
but in my heart always to stay.