Stranger On The Beach Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘I like to wander along the beach,
Meander close to the sea,
To hear the whispering eddies speak,
Refreshing each memory.
When she danced forever along the sand
And she twirled her skirt out wide,
Those were the days that were dear to me
Before the passion died.'

‘For way, way back when our world was young
In the distant days of youth,
We'd laugh and play in the surf by day
And at night, we'd search for the truth.
We'd search for the truth beneath the stars
As we lay on our backs to cry,
Her tears had mingled with mine, as soon
As the Moon rose up in the sky.'

‘‘Why couldn't it always be like this, ' she said
And I thought it might,
‘The world is turning too soon for us,
And soon may put out the light.'
So we clung together against a world
That would try to tear us apart,
Not knowing time was the enemy
That would age, and harden the heart.'

‘Then days would follow each day before,
And weeks would pass like the rain,
That fell unwanted in every life
Since the days of the brother, Cain,
And slowly love would unravel, we
Were telling each other lies,
We tried to avert the other's hurt
But the truth lay deep in our eyes.'

He turned to wander along the beach
Alone, with a grim intent,
His youth was scattering like the leaves
Of the storm-tossed trees that bent,
But dancing on and behind him was
The wraith of the girl that lied,
Shedding tears for the long lost years
As she twirled her skirt out wide.

4 August 2014