The tide rolls in with a gentle breeze
as your music fills the air
with silky sweet tones
that echo this time we share.
Days of warmth and sunshine
daydreaming on the beach
cerulean skies, billowy clouds
feel within our reach.

The tide rolls in with ruffling waves
caressing the soles of our feet.
Hearts wishing summer could last
we know that time is fleet.
On moonlit nights of reverie
while strolling hand in hand,
ghost ***** dance and dart
on the cool and dampened sand.

The sea rolls in and steals our hearts
in return she leaves her gifts
strewing them at our feet:
A pearly pink shell, a lustrous black stone
arrive with her gentle beat,
the ancient ebony tooth of a shark,
a glimpse of a long ago past,
a feather dropped by a seagull in flight,
bits of smooth colored glass –
golden, azure, and rose,
amber, turquoise, and green
to be loved and treasured, to remember her by
when winter seems endless
and sunshine only a dream.