Stranger on the Beach

Stranger on the Beach

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘I like to wander along the beach,

Meander close to the sea,

To hear the whispering eddies speak,

Refreshing each memory.

When she danced forever along the sand

And she twirled her skirt out wide,

Those were the days that were dear to me

Before the passion died.’

 

‘For way, way back when our world was young

In the distant days of youth,

We’d laugh and play in the surf by day

And at night, we’d search for the truth.

We’d search for the truth beneath the stars

As we lay on our backs to cry,

Her tears had mingled with mine, as soon

As the Moon rose up in the sky.’

 

‘‘Why couldn’t it always be like this,’ she said

And I thought it might,

‘The world is turning too soon for us,

And soon may put out the light.’

So we clung together against a world

That would try to tear us apart,

Not knowing time was the enemy

That would age, and harden the heart.’

 

‘Then days would follow each day before,

And weeks would pass like the rain,

That fell unwanted in every life

Since the days of the brother, Cain,

And slowly love would unravel, we

Were telling each other lies,

We tried to avert the other’s hurt

But the truth lay deep in our eyes.’

 

He turned to wander along the beach

Alone, with a grim intent,

His youth was scattering like the leaves

Of the storm-tossed trees that bent,

But dancing on and behind him was

The wraith of the girl that lied,

Shedding tears for the long lost years

As she twirled her skirt out wide.

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2014 David Lewis Paget


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Dee
I am getting hooked on your wonderful poems Dave, each one bringing something new and written to perfection...just love your works...yet another gem...Bravo my friend...Dee.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another good story David...I enjoy reading your tales

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very sad. The ghosts of our past seem always with us. Time is indeed the enemy, and my happiest memories are the nes I try to avoid.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is so much information here, and such a smooth flow, I felt like I absorbed a two hour movie in a matter of minutes. Thank you for sharing your craft for others to enjoy.

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Added on August 4, 2014
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Tags: eddies, memory, time, rain

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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