We made our Love into sandcastles
And breathed promises like fire.
Making friends with the clouds
We could call them by name.
For our fancy we made canvas of the night sky,
Stippling wishes upon it in the shape of galaxies.
Gently, the breeze would carry our euphonies
From tongue to ear.
For all that it now is but memory,
A picture in frame hung neatly in my mind.