Upon the wooden path
We walked with sandy feet;
With pleasures in the aftermath
Of almost day complete

In salience of love,
And quietude of mind,
Translucent Brandeis up above
Our footsteps slat-confined

But in a sudden breath
Of summer warm sea-air;
I realize, as certain death
That you were never there

As footsteps echoes die
The waves no longer play;
Togetherness was just a lie
The picture fades away