You and I

With the music of splashing surf,
And the cool silver-white sand beneath,
In the misty veiled moonlit night,
As the winds coo through the woods,
Born are my eclectic thoughts,
That all echo round you.

With the touch of your memory,
My fingers begin with flair,
Carved on the snowy sand is your name,
Spell bound, as if,
I write my name beside yours,
And my love pours on them,
The best verses they are that I ever penned.

Then, with the cascading waters,
I fall back on my grounds,
And those golden imprints vanish,
Without faintest of trail,
But I love you so much,
That before erasing yours,
I rub off my name.