Summerday Sands

I once met a girl with her hands and we lay together on the summerday sands.
I gave her my raincoat and told her,”Lady,be good!”
And we made truth together,where no one else would.

I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands-the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands.

We sat as the sea caught fire.
Waited as the flames grew higher in her eyes.
We watched the eagle born-wings clipped,tail feather shorn but we saw him rise-over summerday sands.

Came the ten o’clock curfew:she said,”I must start my car.I’m staying with someone I met last night in a bar.”
I called from my wave top-“At least tell me your name!”
She smiled from her wheelspin and said,”It’s all the same.”
I thought for a minute,jumped back on dry land-left one set of footprints in the summerday sands.

I once met a girl with her life in her hands and we lied together on the summerday sands.