our shared shore …



1.



Awaiting the arrival of the lapping tide,

abandoning the shells in which we hide,

free from the corrosive acid of traditions’ coarse lies,

sharing a love true,

our hearts in wondrous synchronicity,

beating to the rhythm of the ebbing waves that fall and rise.



2.



We feel the intricate bond that seals us,

from many a thorn that the future may have in store,

yet today, we are finally free, to cast off the many masks we wore,

free at long last,

to grasp the peace,

the love,
the embrace,

of our shared shore …