Being washed by the spirit water the
Mild ocean spray and the sound of this
Ceaseless movement that covers
In the night all is quiet around you and
No-one to worry about or watch swim
In the cold and if the spell was going to
Break you would hear them coming alone
On the pebbles behind you against the
Tide so here away from the lights at your
Back you can be at peace and let the spirit
Water clean out the dark puddles of your
Mind you forgot to think about earlier
As you stare off into the folds of life
Washing themselves and smoothing rocks
And grinding sand that gets stuck in your
Crack on other less stony kinds of beach.