the moon keeps a hold

of the sea

the waves have a way

with you and me

when the water washes into

where we were that night

and the baby birds learn

to take their first real flight

remember that old fisherman

who took us down to the pier

we cried tears of laughter 

as we drank his home-made beer

he lent us his little boat

to take out to the sea

and you caught a shooting star

and said it was for me

i’ll never forget the way

the waves cradled us in that boat

like we were little babies

under your blue-green coat

and i think back to those times

and treasure them like gold

as now just like that fisherman

we have grown old

yet i hold you in my arms

as you slip away

and promise to meet you someday soon

in that starlit bay