Warmth and Waves

I jump as her cold fingers reach for my toes

and squeel when she reaches me

she pulls me in and pushes me playfully

but never knocking me down

and when we've had enough we lay down together

and the hot sun beats down on us

the warmth I swear goes straight to my soul

but never so hot as to burn

I can hear her voice from a mile away

calling for me to come down

calling my name with her voice soft and kind

like a mother calls her children back home

and home is where I am with her

and I pray that I never must leave

but at the end of the day when the sun goes down

we have to part ways for the night

but as soon as the sun rises up on the town

she reflects it with all shades of pink

and I make my way down to her quick as I can

for another day at the beach.