sand bags

was it you ?
who cut a hole on the bottom
of a tiny sand bag filled with love
and now it is pouring down
as fast at it fills up
on the beach
I bend down to fill up
this heart shaped bag
and you laugh
while the ocean cries tears
on the sand, which dries them out
and they all shine
traces of loves past
walking down this shore
with light heart
and who knows maybe with dreams
of common futures
or just the joy of the moment
and the new energy thew drew , as they should
from the old salt
while the ocean keeps waving
lifting our hopes for all of us