The water trickled back out to sea
Sweeping the morning sands clean
Erasing slowly all traces of you an me
Maybe it was just some imagined scene

Or a bad joke played on a lover's dream
The footprints in the sand are long gone
And the passion like a fading moonbeam
Has been abandoned and lost it's steam

Sands shift and blow in the wind again
Like images of a love always on the move
Ever changing promises hard to contain
In a relationship with nothing left to prove

I hope the storm clouds stay out to sea
So you can sleep away this dream we had
Knowing that it was something not to be
An cherish the happy times an not the sad

By Irish Warlock

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