Brushstrokes of firelight
Illuminate and paint
the darkness we drifted into
when we lost sight
of the sunlight and the sea

The shadow-light flickers
and tricks the eyes
making you into someone
I don't recognize

The solid soft sand
holds this impression
where we stand
in silent tension

The fire begs us
draw near and stay warm
Yet the fear was
about an imminent storm

So we held our place
and let the sand slip
in a slow moonlit race
out of our grip