(The door that opened today wanted me to flip the solemn theme to this Pat Boone record.  Day 183…)

On a day like today, we passed the time away, writing love letters in the sand…

Upon the perfect sheet of paper.
Within the glass margins
And eternity on the other side of the horizon
We write our history
How your kiss relaxes me
How I want to be buried neck deep in your skin
How being near you
Is vacation from the so-called civilized world

The difference between vacation and being stranded
Is I want to be in your beach forever
As I pour sentiments
A little that feels like a lot which each passing day
I enjoy imprinting us into the shore
The tide may wash the words away
But time has us embedded in its banks