A little more

Floating floating drifting away,
the seas beat upon the golden sand,
the sun lightens up the evening skies,
the gentle breeze took me by surprise,
the tears on my cheek had long dried up,
the fragile pieces placed back in a pulp,
the sands of time goes slowly on,
the sweet scents still lingers on,
the waiting game i'll play again,
the game which will never end.