An evening of odd love

We waded on the shores of intimacy
Looking for channels in the sands
That would take my unspoken words to you
And the channels we made in the sands
Rolled over in the wave

The evening still leans against us
Unrequited, its deed is not done
The evening is still ours.
Shall we bid the evening on its way
To other shores and better fortune

My hair gleams in the last efforts of a helpless day
My hair that that will
In strands of desperation, cling to refreshing towels
Its deed is done, the evenings of love
Are over

We were never lovers in the meaning of word
We were never lovers in the twilight
We were never lovers
Until the stars twinkled
With mirth, at our niggardly ways
Unspeaking, while the dark night rolled us in
Its sleepy clasp
That pardons the futility of our lives and our love

I could never see the easiness of age
Blinded in mine that was over,
And we let things of the world strew our sands
With approximate equalities
What indecencies will pass the guardians
While we watch the waves wipe out our shores.