Sand Angels

Ten fingers from the dusk
The sun's turning the West white
So strange
A day alone feels like an age
In other people's arms

The wave's footprints are soft
Meander like my thoughts
Shipwrecks and wrath are out at sea
While playful tongues are lapping at feet

I'm spreadeagle on the beach
I wish that you were here
But I'm learning to be selfish
All by myself
Drawing angels in the sand

No words will make it past
The wind's heavy-handed laugh
The breeze and the sand and sea and sky
Have nowhere to be
And no given time

I'm spreadeagle on the beach
I wish that you were here
But I'm learning to be selfish
All by myself
Drawing angels in the sand