
I feel your presence by my side
Upon the turning of the tide
Tired feet upon the sand
We stand and watch it hand in hand
Nature’s slow brutality
The endless pull of gravity
The wind no longer at our back
We cannot hold the torrent back
At setting sun, the waves advance
An ancient tune, the final dance
The curtain falling, calling time
Upon our lonely pantomime
The current has its final say
And in its arms floats us away
Fading memories, fading light
We drift together into night.


