I’ll think of her more than I can thank her
My minds been like a canker
I’ve walked along the waters edge
I’ve trod my footsteps in the sand to pledge
So stay awhile
Beneath this summer smile
Observe these soaring cliffs
Beneath of which I sit to sift
Soliloquy or fast
Passed places ever last
Moss and luxurious lichen
Waters from the kitchen
Its fibered growth turns grumbling rocks
In to the colours of Celtic summer frocks
Sand, and sand, through twisted toes does tumble
Grains to maintain this odd refrain so humble
Again sustained by summer’s sun
Upon which I sure must not stumble
