Poetry by James Wadman
I saw the beach on which stood
from the sands of my own shore.
I read your story from stars in the sky
and in that one light
shining in diamond-yellow
was the you I had known before.
And though I followed the sunset
I could not be by your side.
I called out above the crashing waves
so that just one bird
flying in the night
could bring you my good-bye.
My melody in her beak, away she flew
hoping to find her way to you
but no, a bird cannot fly
to the shores of an endless sea
no, a bird cannot fly
a lost life back to me.