| This Lonely Shore |
- The wind is sighing for you
Missing the graceful softness
It felt as it gently caressed your hair
The dune tops fly away in anger
Whipping up a sandy mist
Searching for the soft feel of your skin
A lone gull soars above motionless
And calls out plaintively
Listening for the sweet sound of your laughter
The reeds bend and turn about
Changing searching for a new form
To once more please your sparkling eyes
A wave rises up spraying back the foam
And crashes with a pounding wrath
Saddened your body no longer glides across him
And the sun even he grows larger
And rips holes in the crimson clouds
Not knowing why he can’t see to warm you
All of them wait with their offerings
Precious gifts they gladly bestowed
And all I can do is sit here on this lonely shore
…and cry
