I return to the beach... "our" eternal beach
and a cool mist kisses my face
softly the breeze touches... and I reach
down and run my hand through the sand.
When I walk in it... the feeling
of loneliness returns.... where is your hand
I held so tenderly, the time you were there?
The sea is alive... the surf crashing down
to reach for the distant shore... where
it lingers for awhile... my personal guide
to calm the storm I feel inside
to comfort my loneliness... this beautiful sea
I wish we could go there together... you and me!