Panoramic

We walked into The temple of our dreams With sandy feet And tanned brows, Full of knowing The future belonged to us. How we rejoiced In those rented hours of summer, Borrowed against the promise That we would never again Own our youth, Displayed beneath moonlit piers. It was the cause and effect Of astonishing sunsets Over the Gulf of Mexico Greeting our intensity. Yet, There was so much more. Now these panoramic memories, Effervescent and thriving, Return with each passing June. There, I can still Smell the salt on my skin, And taste the fire of living.