Waves talk, they say the same silly things
like voices in secret, quietly sobbing
over dreams that drift away.
Once upon yesterday, someone left
footprints in the yellow sand. I had
forgotten my shoes, but I felt so safe.
Do you remember dancing with shadows,
tracing smiles on paper skies? I used
to know you've always been there.
Little voices, echoes from a hidden
door, singing lullabies through tiny
keyholes… Why can't we just peek?
The waves aren't sad, just playing tricks
with the colors of sky kisses.