All of the tourists have gone away

there are no more t-shirts for sale today

The rest of the locals are raising a toast

back to the quiet and the pull of the moon

No footprints in the sand, no hurrying to do

There is no other sky like October blue

the deep blue waves call out to you

My heart is captured by the lure of the Sea

That autumn wind still carries me

I want to walk on the beach in my old sweatshirt

just looking for shells and listen to the surf