Lady on the Foreshore
Staring out to sea
Searching in the water
What the future will be
Lady on the Foreshore
Counting the waves
Seeing in their motion
Her years and her days
Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in
The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds
Lady on the Foreshore
Reaches out her hand
Asking the water
To help her understand
Lady on the Foreshore
Arms spread out wide
Calls for an answer
Upon the rising tide
Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in
The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds
Lady on the Foreshore
Blows upon the spray
Watches the wind take it
And notices the way
Lady on the Foreshore
Raises up her head
Path open before her
She sees the sun to bed
Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in
The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds
Her footprints in the Sand
Are scattered by the wind
All her hopes and plans
The cliffs have fenced tight in
The words she could not utter
The gulls are screaming loud
The turmoil of her heart
Echoed by the clouds
© AM (Xander) Hunter January 2022
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