Cape

Remembering a vacation.

Cape

I long for the day of shifting sea
When the day stood clear and naked to me
Of the time when waves rolled man height high
November wind battered eastern sky
So grey and gay the day began
As the four of us coerced the sand
And the day not a bitter moment came
No sight just now of coming rain
No storm that hints at winter climes
No tollings telling bitter times
That day of smiles stands out to me
That day of love and family
Now winter holds my heart in black
A lone I sit, no turning back
It was all a waking dream I s’pose
But longing for it ever grows
That day of days four holding hands
Still snowing now, alone I stand.