Ah so, the moving moon calls me to remember,

And, yes, the dry leaves lisping before the rain

And the waiting calendar of imminent December,

Brings back forgotten images to pass my eyes again

The listless splash of sea spill and the sunlight on gold arms

Sent circles out around us and surround our small world

And the morning moon was harmless as we ran our way to swim

But the moon was big in summer, dark winter’s only cold.

Now out on the beach I see the sea splash through the rain

My footsteps leaving pools for prints will soon be washed away

The sea and the summer sky have touched, but only the sea will stay.