Bide a while, be near,
Alone is a place I’ve no want to go.
You cannot feel what I feel

Yet your mood,
As the mist,
Frets a fitting gloom.

Seagull your wasted cries are lost on me.
I am not moved 
Yet wish I were far from here
Though I know not where.

So sad, this melancholy bay.
Water dimpled by the rain,
Hushed guilded rolling ripples
Kiss the rocks with gentle lips.

Smiling, my eyes cry.
Full, my empty soul echoes.
Yearning beyond my grasp.
Torture so sweet

A fleeting glimpse too soon past,
Bide a while, bide a while, make this last.