In between the waves I stand,
with the hands towards the sky.
I feel the wind glide through my hair,
I hear it silently sigh.

The setting sun covers my face
with light so warm and bloody red.
My arms are covered by fine lace,
yet I wish it was your breath instead.

Beneath my feet I feel the sand sink in,
the ocean slowly takes it away.
A sign of time and immortality
that reminds how to pray.

I feel my knees get weaker,
as the daylight ceases to be my guide.
And as the sun collapses into the ocean,
I am standing, not more searching for light.

And as it's dark and the wind is cold,
my feet hold me with a strength unknown.
That night, I lost the ability to feel old,
I lost my feeling of time.

All through the night I felt wet sand under my feet,
every single corn of sand.
Thoughts of where every single one could lead,
soon again were banned.

<<<