We went to the beach to visit old friends…
up the Florida coat we were led.
We walked along shores that never end…
“It’s so beautiful here”, we said.
The sand, the sun, the breeze, the sea
all with the ability to entice…
caused Deborah to lean over and whisper to me…
“Could this be paradise?”
We watched their Vizslas run to and fro
jumping in and out of the sea
We sat together remembering a time not so long ago
when we ran as innocent and free.
We sat around the campfire
as daylight faded to black
with friends we both admire…
telling stores…looking back.
While watching colors light the sky
As the sun set in the west
we couldn’t help wondering how…and why
we could be so blessed.
Blessed with good friends sitting right over there,
blessed with days and nights of beautiful weather,
blessed with the ability not only to enjoy…but share
moments like these together.
Blessed to know when old friends reunite
it does not matter where…
love will permeate the night
and laughter fills the air
Sitting in the sand as the full moon rose
I realized the answer to Deborah’s query.
Well, as I watched how on the water the moonlight glows
I formulated a theory
It’s not long walks along a shore that never ends
or the sun and sea that entice…
when you’re lucky enough to visit old friends
wherever you are….is paradise.
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