I am standing alone on the beach.
My tears ripped away by the wind
The beach is empty, it is dark,
The tide is out. The sea is a distant roar.
In time it should come back.
If only our lives would follow such a certain tack.
An Oystercatcher my only companion on this Winter night
It's lonely call desperate and hollow on the wind as it takes flight
The bay at St Helier stretches left and right.
The Christmas lights follow the coast at the edge of the beach
they promise much but like the stars remain beyond reach.
Out in the darkness, la mare, there are distant lights.
Their constant warning a glimpse of what lies ahead.
If only this sailor had headed their call, avoided the Sirens,
not been washed up at all.
Then you would not be at her mercy no would I
Dragged offshore to wherever she takes you
Drowned by the force of the waves that strike
the only constant of this bitter fight
We had so little time at the funfare today.
A few stolen moments as I tried to reach out
to grab your hand and rescue you from the growing storm.
When you were all too soon swept away
I prayed you would look back and see
Not the monster you expected but the real me.
You never looked back too busy staying afloat
growing more distant more remote
As I look out across the bay, I have been here before
all washed up on the beach desperate to help you but you are out of reach.
GMP 22.12.05
Following an hour with you and Clare W at the Funfare. Not fun not fair
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