I long to go down to the shore again
Where salt perfumes the air
Where I had a perfect March day,
I'm sure I left half of it there.
Bright, the bonfire burned
Pale, the moonlight turned
The sea was a silver plain.
I long to go down to the shore once more
And find that day again.
I long to go down to the shore again,
Lest I forget those angry skies
When the tranquil blue
Turned a dark hue,
Like shadows in one's eyes.
The salty spray
The warm day
Left me savoring your skin.
So I long to go down to the shore once more
When the summer months roll in.
I long to go down to the shore again,
I have been separated from it too long.
My arms grow pale,
My thoughts grow stale,
And I can no longer recall
The song we sang by the quiet bay
On our blanket on the sand.
I miss the comforting heat
On my cold, bare feet
Like the soft touch of your hand.
I long to go down to the shore again,
I will not forget the touch
Of the sweet, warm breeze
Of the azure, southern seas
That loss would be too much.
My eyes have forgotten the fleeting shade
When the last crimson rays of the sun fade
On the ocean.
I long to go down to the shore again
before my heart forgets.
(Wrote this after a vivid dream about you.)
Madi said I don't have an Alaskan Bull Worm.
