Here now, in this dark and desolate place

That once was, a warm and happy space

Filled with bright yellow sunshine, and

Sweet joy; the continuous laughter

In a time so fertile, no end in sight

Deep blue water, swaying palms

And endless romancing, long into the night

And then

 
The beautiful white and shifting sand

This place was designed, for a woman and a man

It was not fit for disaster

Wondering eyes, a fleeting heart

A simple plan, a broken heart

A simple man

Sitting on, the white and shifting sand

Seemed so obvious, she should have known

As a razor, cuts her to the bone

Love torn, rings worn

A soul bleeds and so does she

Upon the white and shifting sand

Stained blood red

With their warm and steaming love

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man