Grave
The tide is ebbing.
Wind is coming up
It is starting to get chilly;
People slowly trundle off the beach
The sound of laughing drifting away,
I see dark clouds forming overhead
Sitting on stones, becomes uncomfortable now,
The tidy is ebbing.
Its time to say goodbye
I treasure the time we had together;
The cheerful fun and happiness
Its seems a long way off now,
My heart is getting heavy and sad
Nature’s draws a poignant picture,
In those heavy black clouds;
See the sun is going down.
I will never forget you
The tide is out,
The beach is so lonely now
Noli timere*
* Noli timere / ‘Don’t be afraid – The last words spoken by the poet Seamus Heaney
