She often walked amidst the shore
In breezy weather or in fair
Now my love will stroll no more,
Nor shall wind play with her hair.


I even knew not of her name
As she stumbled upon me that day
That wild love I could never tame,
All the same, I thought she'd stay.


I lost her, my love, to the placid sea
Her footsteps fading slowly & calm
Only if the waves return her to me,
So we may walk again palm in palm.

©Michael P. Smith