Do you remember imagining the sand upon the shore?
Waves that kiss everything while always wanting more.
Boulders stacked high to a cliff face where we'd nest
warmly through the night as the moonlight shines it's best.
I still remember the path I'd walk no more:
Velvet sands where memories band to eat me from the core.
And as tides rise I feel them guide me closer to the swell;
voices playing feelings playing conscience all to hell.
With every step the starlight glitters slightly, so sublime,
off rocks that lead to puddles in sweet darkness, clandestine.
I still hear the thunder breaking far beyond the sky.
I still feel the memory of your face before my eyes.
