Once Upon a Beach

There where the grain of sand hits the eye Shuts it tight before the sun goes down There by the ocean in its vastness deep Before the man collapses in the pain of it He must wait till morning comes again With waves to take him with the tide Out far enough to hide from sharp objections Objects of no interest or too small to understand Where devices and those intended intentions end It could have been a much worse offense A splinter is as difficult to deal with though Lumber in the eye is just as hard to reconcile Once in the iris it might as well be a boulder One can just as easily lose their sight at sea Which closes in around them while they sleep Rolling on a raft to dream of grains of sand Of trees and beaches large and grand