Breath Behind The Sun

Jeep with the top off, last trip of summer to the beach.
Her long golden hair blows behind her, silken halo of the sun.
Love is ours but the season is changing. Everything is changing.
 We surf the bright blue waves, touching something beyond,
the breath behind the sun, the light behind the days, the fire
behind what we feel in our hearts.
 And we float on our surfboards, and kiss and laugh, kiss again.
The last day at the beach for another summer. The last day of all?
We are in love, but the season is changing. Everything is changing.
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