Bracklesham Bay

I know the channel so well. It feels all smooth and worn to the touch when I feel it in my mind. Like an old pebble in my pocket. Like that fossil from Bracklesham Bay I found in my pocket a year later, all smooth and familiar, recovered, once treasured and found once again, old friend, like a stone in my pocket, unlock it, the memories that rocket right out when I touch it, so smooth to the fingers, so smooth like a bone, this small stone, turn it round and around, still some sand from the beach where we found it, that summer when we were alone. You found it, you couldn't believe it, just lying there crying to be found, and your little white fingers reached out just to feel it, you picked it up, said to me, 'Mummy, let's take it home'. So smooth like a bone, this little grey stone, with the fins of a fossil stamped into its skin, an echo, a memory, a cry to go home. And you cried, you cried to go home.
  
Out on the sand, holding hands and warm from the sun,
at the edge of the land, where the waves dissolve into ground,
come and look at what I've found!
I nearly missed it in

the glimmer of the sea
a pebble on the beach
as smooth and worn by memory
as the waves that carve
the shape of you and me.
 
When I think of that day, I can feel the warmth from the sun
and my hand in your hand, even though that day is long gone.
Here's that pebble that we found,
I thought it lost but in

the twinkle of an eye,
time goes flying by and
in that well-worn memory,
I feel the waves that carve
the shape of you and me.
 

Out on the sand, with your tiny hand held in mine,
the widest horizon's in your eyes.
Come and show me what we found:
we nearly missed it in

the glimmer of the sea
a pebble on the beach,
as smooth and worn as memory.
Like that pebble on the beach,
we all are carried out to sea,
on the waves that carve
the shape of you and me.