Past midnight long after
the lounge-party revels were over
we left the hotel hand in hand
and walked unsteadily down
by moonlight between ghostly dunes
along a path through sawgrass

There on the beach hanging on to each other
we shook sand from our shoes
and left them there a pair
of pairs - so well behaved...

Then along the beach we wove
a little drunk into and out of
the silvery reach
of cold foaming lace-edged surf

We must have rambled for hours
because some of the stars we had named
had begun to set when we thought
we might just as well watch the dawn

and as we collapsed you quipped
your favourite line from Tolkien
Not all who wander are lost