We took a walk that dusk,
Under a pink tinged sky,
By a silver sea-
Quietly bobbing,
A Bit like, mercury.
There were then just we three
One, a genteel young man
And us. Young? Maybe!
Leaving sea-prints
We strolled, leisurely.
The setting sun behind;
A darkening East ahead:
Where hills curved gently,
In their green arms-
The pink-silver sea.
Under our flip-flopped feet,
Sand and puddles squelched;
Crabs scurried, quickly
Shell homes on heads-
Stolen from the sea.
It was me who saw her
Just a White tourist girl:
On tiptoes, twirling lithely-
Sea's own Anna,
Flea market skirt, crinkly!
Leaps, whirls and wide-arced bows
Feet spraying sand and surf
She spun, ever so lightly;
This frail White girl-
An elf from the sea.....!
She danced, all on her own,
Song playing in her head-
Some silent melody.
The lone moon watched
And so did we three.
Then the night deepened
And it was time to go:
But I left bits of me
With her, as she danced
This girl, by the sea.
Now, when I hurt too much
I just close my eyes,
And return to that Me-
Left dancing one dusk
With the Girl by the Sea!
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