I wandered with a dear, dear friend -

lonely shore our thoughts did attend;

Gulls circled above misted sea -

questioning the current’s lee;

Waves coursed free, gently hushed -

glided toward us in persistent rush.

Wind echoed its lyric song, unbroken:

verse for a tender soul, unspoken;

Footprints in reflective sand

joined lingering mist, memories, and

I wander with a dear, dear friend -

lonely shore my thoughts now attend.
                         

(c) Vicky M. Semones, 2012