Blue Eyes

Oh aye, the roiling waves with their come and go, like friends, keep company when it suits and when it doesn’t, oh aye, alone. I say, Blue Eyes, come walk with me, come leave prints with me in dusky sand to be washed away by hiss, and, oh aye you say, oh aye I will. Oh aye, the spirit of the beach is grand, ‘tis grand indeed, ‘tis the third of the trinity, the noisy one, the wind, the gull, the surf, the chaperone. The cold beach, the winter beach, the rainy beach, oh aye, the dreary beach, and why, Blue Eyes, would you walk with me? Oh aye, the beach is fair on dreary days.