to walk on a private beach
as beautiful as yours
and feel your love between my toes
violet waves and pink sun rays…
i could live in your scenery for days.

i tried to own you, keep you to myself
we could have lived together in the cove
drinking from coconuts,
sucking on mangoes
making love under full silver moons.

but you sifted right through my hand…
no matter how hard i tried,
couldn’t hold on to black sand.

it was you all along
but it was never me…
i couldn’t even save a sample
to take back home
and forever have proof of your perfection.

my golden skin
shined only in your presence,
becoming slightly magnetic
but i didn’t have enough of a pull
to keep you from slipping…through…my fingers.

you still sifted right through my hand…
no matter how hard i tried,
couldn’t hold on to black sand.

no volcanic eruption’s
wicked lava flow
could come close to creating
this igneous rock
that left my heart a black stone.

so i left you on an island
in some untraceable sea
knowing that i’ll never find you again
but you’ll always be my
black sand.

Black Sand, 9.8 out of 10 based on 4 ratings

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