words and music by Bruce Baldwin, copyright 2006
Dark birds fly over low tide,
Searching for crumbs of what was left
behind.
Cold waves wash over lost shapes.
I forgot, I forget.
These bricks once were foundation,
Strong and secure, here for the ages,
Scattered now on this damp shore.
I forgot, I forget.
All my past has been washed out,
Wading for change, here in the shallows.
Keep me dry in your warm arms
I forgot, I forget.
Photo by Christina Baldwin (c) 2006