Dance beneath the moon and along the beach

The petals fall 'pon wilted ground,
And yet my sweet love is still found,
Twisting slowly around it's victim,
Intensifying with passion one after another,

The clock will tick 'pon the wall,
As my sweet love you call,
Twisting up the stairs to my room,
You find something lay on the side,

A photograph 'pon the table,
You and I like in a fable,
Twisting the sand in our fingers,
Together we wandered across the beach,

The sky was dark but red as well,
We walked together but you'll never tell,
You saw me in radiance, filled with light,
My ghostly figure dance in the waves,

We took that photo though we'll never tell,
Just to remember how we fell,
For each other, our hands were one,
As we walked away with just our love,

You place the picture back on the side,
A like many others that night you cried,
But darling our ghostly figures will still dance beneath the moon,
Across the walls that bind us and to Eden's Lagoon.