Today I found an eyrie.
A sheltered place up high
Where beach life can go it's own way
And I am merely an observer
Eyes shut to sooth the wind tears
I can only hear the waves.
I know what they look like
They are old friends to me
That don't require constant attention
To be always in my thoughts
Another old friend stands tall above me
Alert and curious as the day unfolds.
She would say hello
To those beach walkers
But seems content to share my eyrie
And be an observer too
Eventually dawn comes
Always a bit later than expected.
Crimson edges to the stormy clouds
Now my eyes have something to see
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