I walk along the beach
The whispering winds whip the sand into a thousand little pin ****** that gently sting my calves
I look out over the lustful ocean body

Sun reaches out,
it’s rays grab Earth in longing
But she knows they cannot be,
too far are they
Millions of miles apart

But still he tries,
For his love for her is boundless
She turns her back on him
She knows it’s for the best
He doesn’t let go until he disappears over her horizon

Her blue green eyes cloud over
She mourns a lover who isn’t dead
She sheds a tear for him,
her timeless, Golden Lover
It lands on my shoulder

****, it’s getting late

It’s not special where we go,
It’s a bit of a mess.
There isn’t really tons to do
But it’s all right there I guess.

There’s litter in the stream
And old pants in the grass.
Also the highway’s right there
But you can’t here them pass.

Still it’s out in the trees
And down by the lake.
There are benches and geese
And place for a picnic to make.

There are golf ***** by that fence
Half set in the ground.
And an abandoned hall
With broken glass all ‘round.

There’s even a pebble bridge
Where I get my paws wet.
And bushes and a squirrel,
I’d get him if I were let.

It’s a special place we go,
It’s a beautiful mess.
There’s tons there to smell.
Our time spent is the best.

Perfect smile,
Flowing dark hair,
Staggering grades,
Nice house,
She's a single child;

As she leaves school,
Her mates say goodbye,
Walking home alone in the rain,
Open the door,
Sit down,
Homework and bed;

The next few days go by the same,
Until after one walk in the rain,
Her Mum is on the floor,
Mouth bloodied,
Tears flowing;

A test the next day,
Where teachers say,
'She didn't do good today,
Obviously no revision';

Walk home in the rain,
Text books under her arms,
Open the door,
Cook dinner and kiss Mum on the head,
Revise and bed;

Yeah Miss, sorry Miss,
'But you knew homework was due in today',
All the goody two shoes in the class,
Laugh at her weak excuse,
She turns her eyes down,
Teachers now frown,
Upon her;

Walk home in the rain,
Open the door,
Don't sit down,
Cook dinner,
Help Mum do math for the bills,
As she lies in bed relying on pills,
To keep her alive,

Detention now,
All former friends fled,
Writing lines,
wishing she had time,
For revision,
For homework,
For fun;

Walk home in the rain,
Tears joining the race,
To the ground,
Puddles wrecking her shoes,
Lost the keys,
Mum lets her in,
Fainting as she stands up;

Teachers heard the news,
Of the death of the Mother,
She had to move away,
Didn't want to move in with the father,
They say;

Now in a care home,
With no one who cares for her,
But she can do her homework now,
With no bother;

After school she gets onto the bus,
Missing the lonely walks in the rain.