Shoes Upon the Sand

Pointed toe and heel so high she walked along the beach The surf rushed in with foam and weed to dance upon her feet But dreams of things so far away the wet she did not feel Pink sunset soft and falling upon the empty shore The time has come to leave the day to leave those dreams so far away Stepping upon the dunes and grass the marshmallows wet and soft Laughing about the walk she took in shoes of Sunday best Brought things to mind that mattered not and knew what mattered most To do a little living and wear the shoes to laugh and dream upon the sandy coast.