Footsteps Lost in the Sand

I’m being tugged by the wind as it bustles around us
And plays with, and tussles, my hair
My feet are cold but they’re free
Walking the tide in the cool evening air

And our hands are warm
We’re holding on
Separation seems a malicious deceit
A concept that doesn’t feel real

Eyes seemed softened, wet from playful spray
And cheeks rosy from the exhausting smiles
That have become permanent
And I look behind
Just footprints in the sand
Being swept away by the silken folds of the sea’s skin
Living and breathing, ever reaching
Joining in with our dance
Blending our steps and our swirls
And we walk on
Making our own way
And we look back
And the tide still calls to us