The cliff-edge temple overlooks the sea of amber light,
Where pilgrims gather to release their lanterns into night,
I watched yours ascend among the constellations burning bright,
A beacon through the tempest of my solitary flight.
Your shadow stretched across the courtyard's moss-covered stone,
Each footprint telling stories we would never speak alone,
The sake cups emptied slowly as the constellations turned,
While fireflies composed their symphony of lessons learned.
The ocean swells against the rocks with patient constancy,
Just like the promises we whispered to the restless sea,
No tide could wash away the sandcastle of our dreams,
Built tall against the winds of time's unyielding streams.
The sunrise paints the mountain peaks in shades of rose and gold,
Our silhouettes embracing as the ancient stories told,
Two wanderers who found their harbor in each other's eyes,
A sanctuary built of moments crystallized in time's sunrise.
