The trail is marked
By mysterious sand
As if trailed from
A distant, oceanic land

Continuing path seems different,
Restless
Panicked heart beats fluttery,
Breathless

A motion, not sudden; smooth
Disrupts my already wary groove
As feet crunch seashell, come upon
A sound of waves and insect hum

Seagull caws as shore appears…
Something dreamlike draws me here…
And there you are, with distant gaze-!
I struggle to move through the haze

As silver moon- with secret- smiles,
I feel a hapless, helpless child...
Yet standing by your side, I feel
Uncaring of if dream or real

Uncaring of your face, your touch-
This company, this dream's, enough…