I’ll walk down to the beach,

see you standing there,

bother you,

and tug on that beard.

I’ll knock you down,

roll around with you through the waves

and land on top.

You’ll have the sand between your hairs,

our bodies wet, 

while watching the sand melt away beneath us.

It’ll melt the distance between us,

it’ll melt away the silence held within,

while we watch the waves in unison

daydreaming for hours

because we know the waves will never stop.

And maybe, just maybe, we hope to be like those waves:

with ceaseless power, 

to just be 

and flowing carelessly.