The Lark at Lulworth Cove

Chance the wind,

brave spirit, fly!

Dance the breeze,

the world is shy.

Passers-by, they hear you

and see you as you rise.

But only I can know you –

your song betrays my eyes.

You hide your melody, singer,

your beautiful, haunting tune.

But I have heard your message

in a heart that sings too soon.

“Complicate the ocean,

by eloping at Her edge –

you’ll lose her first emotion

before she makes her pledge.

“Withhold your fears,

brave searcher, try

to shed no tears –

my spirit will die.”

© Andrew Williams