the sun clings to my back like the Devil clings to my soul, as we commit our sin, and the moon is the eye that watches over us, as we commit our sin under the stars, the waves wash away the sweat from our bodies; and the imprints in the sand, no trace we were ever here, the waves drown out the moans you emit, as we commit our sin with no regrets, there are no witnesses but the bird, and the crab, and maybe an occasional human, walking the beach in the grips of a broken heart, no suspects, and no witnesses, as we commit our sin, but God watches, taking note with a pen of light...... by joshua farmer copyright 11-25-1999 dedicated to all who love someone, then lose that someone to something stupid and the notes that God will take in the Book of Life for later judgement.