Our Secret

My love goes hand in hand 
with you walking
alone in the sand, before
the last flaming rays
of this inmense poetry 
I can't forget.
This mystery, the seagulls,
the memories of your
voice coming along,
keeping pace
with the truth;
an inmensity so sacred,
that without you
there will be no more
music left
to light our way
into this unknown,
even unto the end
of all forgetfulness.
It was for this love, for this
feeling without a breath
singing the same song
forever, that I came to know
the source of love. 
This day, of all other
days, something has been
created which is different and
beautiful: the love
we keep inside
as a secret for the ages
coming and going like the sea,
always immensely blue
and tacit, like you and me.