Walking…

What a beautiful image
It would be portrayed
For posterity
On a promenade
For time indefinite
With hands clasped
Sharing the moment
Talking
Or in silence
Just walking.

When the sighs
The heartbeats
And whispers
Are the only symphony
That stands
Between the explosion
Of the waves
When the sea rants
And the sentimental sphere
Of two Siamese souls
In their parallel universe.