The Sea of Our Souls

Where the sand turns to gold in the fading light,
And the ocean whispers to the coming night,
I’ll walk with you where the shoreline bends,
Where the earth grows soft and the dry land ends.

Hand in hand where the tides roll slow,
In the velvet pulse of the undertow,
There’s a magic place that I long to reach
Right there with you, down by the beach.

Where the warm water meets the cooling air,
With the salt and the breeze tangled in your hair,
The waves arrive in a silver line,
To press their lips to yours and mine.

The world falls away with the setting sun,
Until the sea and the sky and our hearts are one,
Lost in the rhythm, the rush, and the sweet,
Where the warm water meets the soles of our feet.