The moonlight on your skin
Pollutes my purposed mind,
Distracts me once again
From the words I try to find.
We’re perched upon the stand
Above the lurching tide;
My sandy, empty hand,
Curled, hopeful, at my side.
The rushing of the sea
Mocks my roaring heart;
The stars spin above me:
Our sand castles fall apart.
As time slips though my fingers,
You start to pull away.
The lifeguard in me lingers
Knowing we can’t stay.
Down the shore an echo,
Whispers faintly through the night,
It’s time to go, time to go...
It’s time to say goodnight.
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