Cathy and I sat silently
upon a beach near Troy.
She alone with secret thoughts
and I alone with joy.
The wind blew soft, it swirled in moonlight
tossing the ocean toy.
While Cathy and I sat silently
upon a beach near Troy.
Within the twilight we did see
three ships go sailing by.
With huge white cannas slapping up
against a grayish sky.
And I turned to Cathy then
but battered not an eye.
For I knew what to answer her
as Cathy knows to I.
Days have numbered, nights were cast
since our lone meeting there.
But Cathy and I must go on,
our meetings are so rare.
But we will pocket that lone beach
and use it as a fare.
When Peter turns to Cathy
and I will not be there.
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