There’s this dream I have,
the wind soft on my face,
the salt smell of the ocean inhaled deep in my lungs
all the way through to the bottom of my soul.
I open my eyes,
the ocean lapping gently at my toes
a clear blue sky mirrored by crystal clear water
the sun shining down on my body
the sand formed to my figure
like i’d been here on this beach all along
I stand up and search the shoreline
as if I hadn’t been here so many times before
its barren and abandoned
not even a rock amongst the sand to heed my passing
the sun falls through the sky ever so slowly as I press on
only the whistle of the wind in my ears
the caress of the weathered sand
the cool water running up and over my ankles
and then away again
I find my imprint just as i’d left it
to stubborn to fade from the oceans weathering
I lay back down in the sand
and close my eyes
When they open again its dark
the lights off in my bedroom
so on these nights of celebration
I find myself searching the crowd, anxiously
another drink to settle
I’ll walk hand in hand with the devil
before I walk home alone tonight.