The sand stretches beneath you

as you glide across the beach

the fingers of the rushing tide approach you

you are elusive, just out of reach

but the water fills each footprint now

Gently kissing the skin of your feet

and you are caressed by the tendrils of the ocean

it knows your heat, it craves it

the crashing of the waves further out

carry a voice to shore

a mere whisper "It's me, it's me, it's me"

Ankle deep in the water on Sandymount strand

In love with you, with you, with you