The gentle glory of the sea washing shore
is all I ask and you, no more
The sweet breath of a lover at midnight
giving the morning a reason to ignite

Low tide, high tide, calling to the moon
our eyes meet and the passion resumes
the soft calling of the ocean
does not lie or presume

The foam, the waves, the sand waiting to be glass
no words could answer or would dare to ask
The lightning in the distance is only a warning
the darkness surrounding will give way to morning

Returning to the beginning, the smiles and the love
yielding to the force of a world that shoves
Knowing each moment with you is a gift
that opens my heart and sets my spirit to drift

Sunshine and shore, who could ask for more
a quiet moment here with you
the waves gently caress the shore
and recede when there through,
the sand coats our thighs and backs
like the midnight’s wash of blue
The sad eyes when we travel back
and know the night is through