A Woman in a Pale Green Dress
A woman in a pale green dress
On a pier, with her handbag
Tide is going to progress
Waves roll faster, lowered flag
Slightly quivers on the wind
Someone orders the high tea
A lifeline wasn’t firmly pinned
Now it’s bobbling in the sea
Sunlight weakens, sky gets grayer
Waiters with their trays go by,
Serving reasons for a prayer
But one's memory won’t try
Then you bend, over the table,
Smiling, whispering in my ear
And a horn blows, I’m unable
Your sweet joking words to hear.
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