As I gaze into the jeweled night
On a long and level beach
I stretch my fingers to the stars
That lie beyond my reach.
And I feel the sand around me,
How it races through my hand,
With a quickness that’s unyielding
That the hopeless understand.
Then the foam that presses softly
Seems to beckon to the sea
And the waves still keep on talking
Like they’re calling out to me.
It’s the gentle touch of water
That’s both welcoming and shy
And the moon upon the ocean
As the sea reflects the sky,
Still I reach my hand to heaven
As the tide flirts with the coast
Always giving what is needed
But not what is wanted most.
As my eyes behold the shadow
With the lights all interspersed
And that magic which creates them,
By the same spell am I cursed.
Though the stars are truly many
Not all stars were meant for me
As I gaze into the darkness
Of a truth I cannot flee;
For, what stars are to me suited
Are too distant for my touch
Though I may extend my fingers
All that effort means not much--
But, what if a flying comet
That I saw from far away
Comes to fall in my direction
And decides it wants to stay?
Then our hearts would play a concert
That’s the symphony of love
All because she left her birthplace
In the heavens high above…
But the waves command my presence
As the tide begins to rise
And the sun begins to warm the dark
With peach and purple skies.
As I stand and shake the sand off,
Like the day dusts off the night,
I must turn my eyes from heaven,
From the star beyond my sight.