Ode to the Beach

So what is there left to say?
Between the water and the sand
Where I can sit alone and be all day

Alone, where I can reach out my hand
Feel the empty burn of the dying sun
And every piece of Earth is mine to command

But tell me, when will I be done?
Stop my roaming along the broken road
To leave my heart, leave it free to run

The waves crash in, like a repeat mode
They'll keep coming in, long after I'm dead
When they bury me six feet down; my new abode

When I'm far from you, nothing can be said
The salt air is turned fresh and dreary
All colors dull, even the most vibrant red

I know deep down, even when I'm weary
That the sea will always be my home
No matter how nice the people, no matter how cheery

This quiet place, simple and neat, with ocean foam
Will always lay etched, deep into my brain
Even when I'm off somewhere, far on the roam

Nothing will ease this "something's missing" pain
Nothing could ever make what I'd pay
To sit here on you, my beach, and let fall the rain