THE STRANDED

Sand numbs my toes

Into the water lights bend and fold

The waves are singing their midnight song

Tonight they’re singing for two instead of one

February wind reminds me of old friends

Making plans

Holding hands

Down the strand

When the night is all black and blue

I think of you

Let the lights fall through the water

I’m falling for you

My photographic memory

Will keep us here forever

And my telepathic heart

Will feel your heart wherever

February wind reminds me of new friends

Making plans

Holding hands

Down the strand