In quiet moonlight I wrote
her name
upon the golden sand
etching
in movements deep & slow
with hope of eternal stay.
But alas, the waves rushed in
and washed her away…
in a single flash of gushing embrace
my golden sand etching.
But once again, i wrote
with a second hand
her name,
in slow deep motion of feel
But alas,
came again
the treacherous tide
and stole
her away.
Was she
my beautiful dreamer
dancing by the sea
Was she
my beautiful dreamer
awaken onto me,
Was she
my angel dear
flying high in grace,
like the lost night bird
in a cloudless starry sky;
so quiet like the setting light
which heaven
on earth has denied.