Beachy

Dear Grace,

I remember sitting 
under the cotton blue sky
on the tinted pink sand 
blues role in with the tide 

and we laughed. 

I looked over at you
Everything was calm
hair blew with the palm trees
Dear smile and all

It was nice and calm. 
We were nice and calm. 

But the waves picked up 
blues turned too dark to see
And I felt like the beach 
was entirely empty

But you sat down next to me 
and the sky was back
Never got lost
We had our tracks

I was nice and calm. 
The tides were nice and calm. 

Everything is like that 
knowing that I can run 
on to that tinted pink sand 
and be with you and my friends. 

It was nice and calm.
We were nice and calm.

The sky is still that beautiful color. It'll stay that color.