Sand between toes as I stroll, alone but simply free.
For many evenings I have walked along the Irish Sea.
In seasons fair and seasons foul such solace it so gives
For when I walk I walk alone no other chastened me
No speech no sound but that of waves and wind and rain upon me
The summers sun warmed me as she fades away to set
The winters wind has chilled me yet I have no regrets
You may walk this path, you may follow me, or simply walk your own
One day I hope someone walks with me for I tire of being alone