Beach Fog

Not so much a hot summer night, but a warm April day. People out on the beach at Bournemouth in the sun, and then suddenly the fog rolled in and it became cold, and you could not see to the sea from the promenade.


It was a hot summer night
and the beach was burning.
There was fog crawling over the sand.
When I listen to your heart
I hear the whole world turning.
I see the shooting stars falling
through your trembling hands.