A walk on the beach, sounds of waves caressing the shore,
The one I long for, too far away to enjoy this with me.
The smell of the salt air floating on the breeze,
900 miles away she is, missing her at times like this.
Watching couples walk along the sand hand in hand,
Reaching out but her hand is not there.
Enviously I look at them, alone here on the dark shore,
Listening to the soft murmuring of their voices blending with the night.
One I care for very deeply is so far away right now,
One day she will take this walk with me, Along a Dark Shore.
By INXS421 04/29/07
