Light-headed they lie under the sky,
the sand is their bed.
The stars hover in a dizzying swirl over them;
the ground beneath, dancing in an endless perturbation.
Daylight comes and they all awake.
In the cool waters they wade.
All memories of the night’s frolic
are soon drowned in the depths.
They leave as if nothing happened.
All they care about: the night was theirs.
