Too cold is the night tonight
Only the moon above to hold my hand
And I stare out at the lonely tide
My toes burrowing deep in the sinking sand
No noise but the crash and splatter
Of wrestling waters and settling gulls
And now that all that haunt these places
Have abandoned them for plates bursting full
And log fires to soothe their aching bellies
I am here alone, with only my thoughts
And distant memories, caught in the night's embrace
Watching the tide steal even these away from me
