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Written in sand a message left
On the beach once crowded now bereft
A last attempt to keep contact made
Near to the place where two had played
Gone were the friends that met today
Forgot the things they had to say
Just the vast expanse of windblown sand
And a boy with a stick held in his hand
Sunburnt he reads the Sanskrit note
Did it say enough in words he wrote?
Would she feel the same another day?
The separate friend so torn away
In hope he signed it with his name
Left there to read should she come again
The words still held inside his head
Sore from exposure as he lay in bed
Whilst on the shore a message wrote
By moon and tide from sand was smote
A canvas blank to meet the day
For two to meet and maybe play
Before the sun was high and hot
She came returned to that same spot
To look for a friend that might be there
Or a note from one who might just care
This time he came to find his friend
To set out all he might intend
With no time left for sand and play
The two would talk throughout the day
And on the sand an imprint stayed
Where two once met and time delayed
A heart drawn out upon wet stand
Initialled by two that understand
And if it stays there through the night
Then for each other they were right
No moon of tide could wipe from view
The plighted troth that each was due
They wait to see if its still there
Each praying that the other cares
By two who played there once as friends
On the shores of time where reality ends |
