I have nothing to offer no words come that comfort wave of melancholy spreads tide on a sandy beach pick up a shell and listen your voice is a whisper soft and receding quickly sunrise silhouettes ship steaming away to new ports I wave but can't see your face cannot see your tears fall mix with waves swept to my feet
I always welcome first robin of spring returning after long journey he disappears into the fall night never saying goodbye or me wishing a pleasant trip