Succinctly put but with a smile she
leads me down that golden mile,
along the silver beach until
I reach the pier,
so near and yet so far away.

She led me there last Saturday,
near again but far away,
like sand that I can't concentrate my
hands are always trying to take
a hold on her.
If only she would stop to share a little bit
then I'd be there,
and would willingly walk another mile
to see her smile at me.

When the galloping is done and the sea
comes in to cover me in foam
I shall be home.
She will come as surely as the Sun will too
she always knew and so did I that
underneath the vastness of the sky,this
ocean is as vast or more and I'll be waiting
at the door to let her in.