The Road That Led to The Breezy Beach

After work, I look for a place to mediate; and that place is a walking distance: there we met, and started dreaming, we were naive kids full of nonsense, we blushed saying words without meaning... those sweet whispers made our faces radiate! On spring afternoons we hold hands and singing we take the road that leads to the breezy beach: we own everything, no soul is around watching; and laughing we ignore the preacher's speech! Did we know what was love all that time I played the guitar and you sang a gospel or country song? All in all, innocence and joy were expressed as God wanted of us kids growing up in faith and spiritual understanding! We are taking the road that leads to the breezy beach, and after many years aren't we glad to relive moments of the photo album that swift fingers turn to relish our youth's days fading from pages, not hearts! The road that leads to the breezy beach is dull, it hasn't kept the same landscape; do we see ourselves still young and in shape? Is life so brief to grab what we can't reach?