The waves invite me to comfort
They can play the cave's harp

And in an unknown instance
My sandy feet turn wet

The water holds my legs
As it travels up my skin

Its sweet warmth drowns sorrow
And lifts expectation

But this is not my being
I am not one to inherent paradise

My toes curl on stone
Not upon an ocean floor

Perhaps my fear conquers humility  
And I should stand in darkness

Perhaps these voices are ungodly