she walked along the Northshore night…listening… songs from past…oldies…she liked those…

sometimes a sorprano voice would sing…call…no-one was near…pathway…jagged rocks climbed…stones skipped…never was i known…

stars… waves befriended her.. counseled…through sickness… fallen friendships… loss of love…water’s words soothed…nothing else could…

nature… purity giving hope…painted toes glistened..sandals carried…waves from boats rolling…sending messages…yes…yes…

let’s stay out on this eve…til dawn comes…it will … new day granted…yet..in this moment…let us be…please…

you at peace…this i ask..wash your feet… sing-out…you will be heard…you will be heard…

and i will watch…