I think I saw
what she saw.
The tide turning by the rocks,
the sea calm in its meeting with the shingle
I think I heard
what she heard.
The millenia witnessed by the rocks,
the children's footsteps crunching down the shingle
I think I knew
what she did not know
That her hair shone, her face was beautiful
as the swallows gathered for depart
and the rocks reflected her serenity.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
I think I saw
what she saw.
The tide turning by the rocks,
the sea calm in its meeting with the shingle
I think I heard
what she heard.
The millenia witnessed by the rocks,
the children's footsteps crunching down the shingle
I think I knew
what she did not know
That her hair shone, her face was beautiful
as the swallows gathered for depart
and the rocks reflected her serenity.
