White dunes of sand expand over the horizon,
Cold waves of sapphire crash against the shore.
The sun heats the grains of the desert,
The sea spray is raw and cold.
I sit in a limbo between the two,
The comfort of the beach calls my name,
But the darkness of the riptide pulls me in.
I fight it and move myself towards safety,
But the warmth seems miles away.
I throw myself at the white,
I run and chase after it.
No matter how hard I try it is out of reach,
I feel the radiant sand between my toes,
And then I am pulled away.