Version II. Please, honest opinion. BE BRUTAL, please? We created sculpture's in the sand and when you grew bored you sighed and turned your head, summoning the ocean, as if starting all over was a simple solution. The moon gave you an aurora, the stars winked when you walked by and when the tide came creeping in we played charades on the beach, and sang to the dolphins. You chewed on your tongue summoning the ocean with a sweet tune you carried in your pocket. And with your shoelace untied, we ran- arms outstretched for what we knew not. At dawn you were gone, and at night I walked the shoreline, wrote I love You in the wet sand, and watched the waves rip it- you away. Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman