Widow's walk

If I could climb to the pinnacle
see across the yellow plain to waters edge
I ‘d to walk on white sand and dig
my toes into holes crabs leave
I want a sand dollar to take home
I want to stand beside you
and watch a bright sail cross the horizon

Someone has blocked the way and you are gone
You will not come again
I wait
I will wait for you until the last tide
washes your footsteps into the sea