The sun reflects in your eyes making them glisten. They become like light houses, Shining beacons for me to come, The tide comes in tickling your toes as it glides across the grainy land, The sand burrows under the outline of your fingers and clings to your body never wanting to let go. The ocean breeze blows sweetly across your face like a kiss you've been waiting for but have not yet found. --Brittany-