Like two pirogues driftin’ through waters deep,
They n’er crossed streams but felt each other’s breeze
Caressing cheek and kissing lonely lips,
A destiny worshipped on prayerful knees.
‘Twas late in life their footsteps tread the ground
That led them to a bayou plein de vie
Where sweet onion and jasmine bloomed, blessing
Their vows declared beneath the cypress trees.
Now tightly clasping hands windswept from age
Between their bodies, they lie in their bed,
And eye-to-eye their souls each night renew
Hushed promises as on the day they wed.
Though seeming brief, their time will never end;
Their waters, merged as one, to th’ocean wend.