in sunset on sand
Breaking waves, broken hearted
this is how my story started
salted tears fell on beachy sand
awake each night trying to think
when all the fighting first began
sitting as lovers watching sunset
on another blanket, on our shore.
I return each night alone with reason
fear back home that you are leaving
this love now lost, no fear of dying
crushing to a heart severely bleeding
seagulls sang but now they`re crying
I will awake with no arms to hold me
or to comfort warmly when I comply.
Waving goodbye to sand and seagulls
footprints make imprints upon a shore
mine have gone, I now have no reason
sadly leaving, I am gone for evermore.
© James Douglas Stevenson 2005