Sabre Bay

A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird,Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall,A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face saysThat sometimes time talks much too loud, like ego’s clashing in a crowd,Her percolator’s gurgling rhyme told her that it was breakfast timeSo she sat in her window seat, and drank her coffee black and sweetWhile musing on the day ahead, so much was still left to be saidYet life sometimes has many lanes, and some are losses, some are gains.She stepped outside and locked her door, then slowly walked down to the shoreDeciding that she’d start her day by wandering down Sabre bay,Where sunlit sea touched glowing flame, and whispers never meant the sameAs those that fluttered through the trees, for these were whispers of the seasAnd as she walked she seemed to hear, from distant waves though crystal clearThose messages from long ago, brought back upon the ocean’s flowFrom somewhere that they both had been, a distant day, a distant sceneWhere time and tide were much the same, a picture in a wooden frame.And then she sensed them back again, two lovers in the teeming rainBoth shouting at the boiling sea, so footloose and so fancy freeLike gulls in winds they danced aloft, where even storms felt cushion softAnd from the cliffs they watched their day meander off down Sabre bayBoth clasped together with their dreams, at least that’s how the memory seemsYet soon he had to go again, for some things she could not explainSo many suns, so many moons, so many tear filled afternoonsDespite the fact that she still Prays, her radio still plays yesterdays…