The Dark Seashore

Drifting in the breeze.

Photograph thanks to Julie Beasley.

I walk the shore and what’s more
Your voice drifts through the trees
Brought in by the salty sea
Drifting in the breeze.

Is that you, I can hear calling
Though you’re so very far away
Is it drifting on the airwaves?
Your sweet voice I hear today.