There are no footprints but my own,

Printed in the sand,

Fading ever so slowly, the way impressions do,

When the water is so cold

Could I stay here forever?

With the tides and the infinity they bring,

And the silence and the sea foam

My knees now make the impression,

As I sink,

And the moon reflects on the water,

And the water reflects on me

Where the tide curves and engulfs,

And the impression I made,

Is replaced with new sand,

And the water goes about its gentle course,

And pays no never-mind to me

Could I stay here forever?

My salt now a part of the sea,

For my feelings are strong and the ocean is forver,

But I am not