Pier Off Sandhill Point

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Pier Off Sandhill PointBruce gazes out the window, toward the moonlit shorea sparkle in the night turns his mem'rys' tide back to 1944he was due to ship out, the next morning at dawnso him and Lori kissed in the light evening mistthen she slipped her new ring onnow in the haunted stillness, something blurry holds his starebut is it rising wind that comes rolling in and ripples the salty airnear the pier off Sandhill Pointthe pier off Sandhill PointLori saw it on a newsreel, that her lover's ship was sunkone unholy night two hundred sailors died while homesick in their bunksshe walked down to the shoreline, and was welcomed by the wavesno bed for her bones just the moon for a stonethe shadowy deep is a shallow gravebut Bruce was rescued, after weeks of drifting lostand he wept when told of Lori's tender soul and the dark sea it crossed from the pier off Sandhill Pointthe pier off Sandhill Pointnow sometimes in the darknessthere's a glimmer when the day is donefor of all a woman's facetsher spirit is the brightest oneso Bruce never kissed another, even in his dreamscos in the midnight fog on a swaying dock glowed a golden ringnow tonight his moon has waned, it's time that they were joinedand when his old heart gave out they met in a misty cloud on the pier off Sandhill Point(c)2006 Robert George