The Shining Sea

We loved the shining sea
She gathered sea shells there fore me Her hands, I love her hands
We’d sit there on the sand
She’d kiss the hollow of my hand
A kiss, I miss a kiss
I hear the grey gulls cry
I see them dip their wings
I feel the pounding surf
And other things
I can’t believe she’s gone
I think I’ll go where she might be
I’ll go, I need her so I need our shining sea