Salty surf, silky sand
Singing a song forgotten to man.
All alone amongst the waves
Sits foam of the sea
Who sang once so beautifully
But is now condemned eternally
To the sea.

A silver sparkle on the sand
A penny dropped from someones hand.
Abandoned and alone
Forgotten without a fret.

Dry and white as a bone
Whittled and wet
Wood from a mighty ship,
Saved by no one
Forgotten, like the rest.
The waves come and go
On the abandoned cove
Creating no comfort
To the creatures of forgotten dreams.
The elapsing tide long sense
Washing away wistful memories
Of summers past.
When lively music gave life
To the woebegone bay.
That now waits for a summer
That will never come.