Soft Sand Hands
Jan Juránek
I don't care for the beach
But to walk beside it exudes something
The burning hot pebbles and broken glass botlles
Amber and deep green
It's magic and so is the sand
Soft as your hand were
When you were here with me
No longer, no more - not ever, nevermore
I still come and run my fingers through
The sunkissed grass and the salty waters
Darker than those years ago
My mind kept those old secrets fresh and light
Not anymore, now my hand are hard and older
Nails grow longer and so does the hair
My eyes are more gray than they are blue
More blue is now my world
I am alone and site that I will never see you again
Maybe it's the distance, maybe it's my own death
Who knows, it's for sure that I don't
You: I hope you're happy as can be, even if you can't hear me
