Sand in my toes and beaches around
These are the places where dreams may be found
Every white grain and every crystal clear
Mixes with waves erasing my fear.
The sun in the sky turns red just before
It sinks ‘neath the waves off of the shore
The whole world is lapping in peaceful repose
As tides come in and go out with your woes.
The moods are intense and then they are calm
And everything clean when the storm has gone
But here in the heart it seems quite rare
To find such a place so simple and fair.