The Shining Sea

We loved the shining sea

She gathered sea shells there fore me

Her hands, I love her hands

We’d sit there on the sand

She’d kiss the hollow of my hand

A kiss, I miss a kiss

I hear the grey gulls cry

I see them dip their wings

I feel the pounding surf

And other things

I can’t believe she’s gone

I think I’ll go where she might be

I’ll go, I need her so

I need our shining sea