Playing in the Sand

Shifting sand beneath my feet, the thunder of waves in the summer heat.

Slowly walking side by side, wondering do I want to ride

That crest of a wave far away, or do I sit and pray this day.

The sting of salt hitting my eyes, or is it the tears that I despise.

The rolling sea reminds me of, the colour of Bombay Sapphire I once loved.

Do I deserve to stand and view, those empty sand dunes I walked with you

Life has it's own story to tell, fading love, a living hell.

White glistening shells upon the shore, how can we manage to ignore

What responsibilities we have, even as a mum or dad.

Lessons we must teach, guilty secrets out of reach

Like the tide they ebb and flow, all these things I have to know

How to guide you from the evil drink, without sending me to the brink

of hells own door to save your life, now that you have taken a wife.

Walk along the sand with me, let me hear your thoughts with glee,

Oh my friend you knew me well, showed me the mirror so I could tell,

what Bombay had done for me, the ripples on the ocean see

The wrinkles that could be deep, where saved by you in my sleep

sleeping off that drunken shower, to walk again along the shore this hour.

Grateful thanks for loving me, and taking the time to see

That life in fact shares no fears, if you are prepared to lend those ears.

A man so kind as to stand by me, my life so young oh could it be

that I now have the strength to conquer all, and help my son stay off the wall

For my friend Michael who I love so much, and for my son who I want to touch. x