In the darkness of the nightin the absence of the light
in your power, feeling slight,
I took you to the water.

I led you to the ocean, which you had asked to see.

You stared upon it, seeming awed.
Your hands on my back, fingers clawed.
The night had started very flawed
(and then we thought of water).

But upon reaching the beach, it changed dramatically.

We saw something that night, we two:
The sand, the salt, the waves, me, you!
If possible, our passions grew
when going to the water.

In seeing the edge of the country, we found finality.