Reach

I watch her picking shells Drifting to faraway beach It’s bad that I only remember When she’s out of reach! I could tell her when she was close Could whisper in her ears Could tell her with a bud of rose Anytime all these years! But why it seems the only time When she’s out of reach I shout it in sea’s din a mime She’s busy picking shells on the beach! I could tell her when she was beside me I could tell her in the car But why now when she seems busy Straying on the beach afar! Why it seems the best moment A time most opportune Though went years together spent Holding hands in the moon! I raise my voice today is the day Her my thought must reach But she’s gone far in the bay She’s out of reach! She has drifted up the bay Where I pine to reach Tell her what I die to say She’s busy picking shells on the beach!