Beside the reeds
Beside the reeds
Beside the reeds, beside the sea
In a clearing where sounds of waves
Come gently from the beach
Where full tide spills and crashes.
Beside a boat that’s blue and white
Its wooden prow looking out at Tuskar
That stands above a cruel rock
Along a sea of sad shipwrecks
Sunday evening and the sun
Has lost its battle in the west
Retiring in a golden haze
Overseen some summer days
The cool wind rinsing reeds
Blows freshly on my shoulder
Staring out to sea
Contemplating infinity.
Wishing we could hold on
And stop this season ending
Grasping seconds between our fingers
Falling gently on the sand.
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