Drifted apart upon the ocean,
No one knew we were lost.
The storm ripped us in two.
Our lives would be the cost.
Months have passed since the time
That the ocean made its fight.
Our bodies drift in tides of love,
And in view of someone’s sight.
They called the local authority
And reported that they had found
Two bodies washed upon the sands,
and noticed our hands were bound.
They came and checked it all out,
And identified our bodies too.
They found that we were married,
And our lives were fresh and new.
The wedding rings has washed away,
But we were still in ropes
From where we had been cutting up
And making silly jokes.
Our honeymoon was our farewell
To the world from our marriage.
The ocean was our residing place,
A place we always cherished.

12-12-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire