I want sand at my feet
Tiny gritty morsels of infinite joy
Pulled to and fro; in and out
Around the globe
Around the globe
Ocean to ocean
Sea to see
The ancients of the ancients
The always will be's
Let the water find me whole
I want immersion into its soul
As the waves roll and carry me gently
My face towards gold
I am the water
I am the whole
In and out
Carrying
Birthing
Nurturing
Bathing
Feeding
With tiny morsels of sand at my feet
Around the globe
Ocean to ocean
Sea to sea
The ancients of the ancients
The always will be's
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