As I walk along the empty shores
the wind is on my face.
It's like a kiss, a gentle caress,
but feels so out of place.
Across the waves the clouds drift by,
it looks like a parade
of lovers passing through my life
though I know its a charade.
I look upon each one with love
from first to very last.
I wonder what became of them,
all my lovers past.
I hear a voice upon the wind,
sweet and unalarming.
It calls for me across the sand,
so soothing and most charming.
I yearn to walk upon the waves,
to touch those I adored.
It all comes back, I need to know,
I can't go unassured.
The voice is like a whisper now,
not coming from the sea.
I peer across the crystal sand
and smile quite happily
Her hair is blowing in the wind
and hides her face from sight.
She waits for me so patiently,
I go without a fight.
Soon I hold her in my arms,
her kiss so warms my heart.
Her touch is soft and loving;
I pray we never part.
As we stroll, arm in arm,
I smell her sweet perfume.
My love is here beside me now;
for her there's only room.
- David L. Papp