Night, but alone and a Campfire on the coast,
where the stars shine bright,
and thine eyes fall happily upon the shore,
where the flotsam and the jetsam beaches,
and the waves do crash with a thunderous roar,
and there on the horizon,
as the ships do pass gently into night,
underneath the stars and the clouds that cloak the moon,
and with the glorious vision of sight,
beyond the cliffs there dances a glimmering of lights,
and as the seagulls rise upon the current,
and the embers of the fire rise ever more,
so beautiful in their brief existence,
to the sound of music,
so, do they float and fall to the floor,
and where the pebbles and the seaweed lie,
and the sand,
a solitary scuttling crab passes by that unlike me,
does not want to be alone,
does not want to be alone, under the tranquil sky anymore.
