The Strand

The Strand

Here in our beginning

On the verge of living

In the dawn walk nameless on the shore

Stoop beside the pools of yes and please

And more more more

Eyes foraging the depths

For shells anemones

And starfish who can keep a secret

Had enough of grieving

Had enough of leaving your memory behind

Like it wasn’t even mine

Someone’s sneakers worn and tied

Hanging from a telephone line

Tired of looking at the moon

With a shrug or not at all

Tired of men who never call

Or hug their children

Some day soon the tide will come

And take you out beyond

The lip sync crowd of empty faces

Wings of there and then

Will fly into the sun

A feather on the wind

And we’ll run

We’ll run

August night comes calling

All my life I’ve been falling into you

Light haze of summer rain

Washes us away

Drowning out the tune you’re humming

In-between the swell and ebb

Breath beating in your chest

Know it is the song of our becoming

One day soon the tide will come

And carry us beyond

The lip sync crowd of smiling faces

Wings of there and then

Will fly into the sun

A feather on the wind

And we’ll run

We’ll run