Lost in the sand

When we drew in the sand, we made time disappear.

There was love, and we drew that love in the sand.

A thin bracelet around your beautifully tanned ankle, 

Is the image I remember most.

It reminds me of freedom, but the constraints of that freedom.

As I age, my heart slowly tires.  

I dream of ancient worlds, passion and days gone by.

Days when my heart felt the earth and understood it.

The image I remember most,

With regret will disappear in the sand.