shut your eyes
and picture me, softly on the beach
a setting sun and the sand still warm
bottle nestled at my feet

shut the door
and join me there, slide down against my chair
i’ll switch the glass to my other hand, wind my fingers through your hair

shut out the world
and watch the sea, climbing to the shore
share your mind and let me help
as noone has before

the waves, the words, they merge as one
a silence of rich sweet gold
the fading light beckons the nascent night
and soothes the turmoil of your soul.