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.