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