Gush! Comes the wave,
Fleeting in disarray;
The sand rolling over
The beachface getting smaller.

Ebbs, the Tide as Fire collides
On a golden, glimmering path
Like a brick road
But where no one's at.

Once smothered by footsteps --
Now ripples on pavement
Beside the saline sea,
Brewing a briny breeze.

Through the troughs
Trickles the Tide
Will it rise again?
It will.
Will it rise again?
It shan't.