Actual photo of my wife and I on our wedding day.
We falter at footsteps in the sand
Behind us none remain, washed away.
Tides come and go, forgetting the past
So we stand, forlorn; staring at the horizon
Distant sails capture a breeze we don’t feel
We can’t follow those left behind by others
Grains of sand mould to the path chosen
No lines drawn; we must decide their direction.
Will imprints leave a trail of union,
Or will each step be further apart.
We have to move forward, nothing behind us,
So as we stare at one another: eyes and hearts.
A thought of times ahead; too few steps together
Or a dance of prints entangled in each others arms.
Cast aside the waves of doubt, take a step.
Our next step:
Is new ground
Is as one.