On that Beach of Yours

Alone amidst an ocean of people,

Like dying of thirst at sea.

A select few try to test my waters,

But nobody really knows me.

Afraid I might drown in the loneliness,

Never find the surf tormented shore.

Always adrift, never safely standing

On that familiar beach of yours.

One day perhaps, I’ll build a raft

And attempt to sail myself straight back

Through waves and thunderheads black

To that familiar beach of yours.

To sate the need within me burning,

To satisfy my own soul’s yearning,

To stop the roiling water’s churning

And find that beach of yours-

-The welcome sand where you stand

On that beach of yours.

To hold you in my arms again

On that beach of yours.