You were my dawn that cold winters day, Bright and vivid with life far deep hidden. And midday in summer, listless in hay, Holding hands, stroking hair, eager to listen, To a lark, a crickett, a rippling brook, Watching clouds drift, lazy and peaceful. And all the time it was to you I looked For my passion, my strength, and like a fool I expected it to last forever and more, Ad infinitum, endless for eternity. And like waves beating, crashing on the shore I couldn't break in, was dragged back to sea. And there I shall stay, sunken and hidden. Crushed like the shells of which nature has ridden.