Beach Walk

Written by: Nick Ruff

Out on the shores,
So cold and still,
She beckons for
Her void to fill

Her lonely beach
Waits for my feet,
Her empty skies,
My eyes to see

Through wisps of wind,
She calls my name;
She takes my sins
And kills my pain

And in this place
I am content – 
On sun soaked sand
My soul finds rest.