Bring Me a Song

Written by: Suzette Richards

Waves are depositing debris
of ocean glass smoothly polished.
Bring me a song, notes to right wrong; 
nature's rhythm firmly established.

Waves are lapping at my bare feet, 
seagulls competing for the spoil.
Notes to right wrong, bring me a song
to orchestrate this daily toil.

Waves are haunting nostalgia glimpse, 
my waking hours - torturously. 
Bring me a song, notes to right wrong; 
second chance given fortuitously.

Waves are carrying morning mist, 
wisps of people's forgotten dreams.
Notes to right wrong, bring me a song
for the hearts with golden threat seems.