Away beyond


Away beyond the seething foam

Where curlews call with plaintive cries

I seem to hear the whisper, “Come”

And see the light in tender eyes.

An oh, how my heart flutters fast

When I think who might be waiting still

Away beyond, and from the past

Speaks to my will.


I wonder if they sight for me

The folks I left to seek my fate.

I seem to hear them wistfully

As though return were now too late.

But oh, how my hopes rise high

When I think I might be wanted there.

I vainly search the night-dimmed sky

Voicing a prayer.


(Song from a play set to music).