last night i dreamt of moonlight
and lying on a warm beach
wondering what I could learn from the stars.
The sweet sound of the waves
blended nicely with the cool breeze
and gently eased me onto a bed of sand.
The glistening specs of sand
played with my eyes in the moonlight.
A vicious wind was born from the breeze
There was no more comfort from the beach,
now being engulfed by the monstrous waves.
I stared at the sky, reaching for the stars.
Now it was me and the stars
time slipping through my fingers like sand
and we danced with the waves
underneath a stage powered by moonlight.
Along the edges of the beach
I made my own breeze.
It was nothing more than a calm breeze
barely making it to the stars.
It fluttered along the beach
playing its own games with the sand,
and shining from the moonlight
were those harsh, dancing waves.
I was mesmerized by the waves
that were being shoved by the breeze
looking as though to strangle the moonlight.
who needs it when you have as many stars
as grains of sand
to light up this magical beach.
I'll never forget the dream of the beach
or the misunderstood waves.
And when I step on the sand
I'll feel close with the breeze.
And when I gaze at the stars
I'll dream of the moonlight.
I remember the beach, its cool feeling breeze
and I remember the waves that danced with the stars
I wish I was back with the sand, sitting under the moonlight.
