Written after a lonely watch on a wind swept beach one November night in
1993. I was hoping in vain for two friends who had went to sea to fish a couple
of days earlier. They had disappeared without trace.
We had all hoped that they had somehow against all the odds survived. But our
hopes turned out to be in vain. They were never seem again.......
Two Missing Men
1
The night was dark and the air was cold,
and the wind blew so hard into my face,
I feared it would touch my soul,
And as I stood there alone watching,
the surf break on the rocks below,
my heart cried out a desperate cry,
to the emptiness of the winters sky.
Where are the two that are missing?
And the waves were crashing,
the wind was howling,
the gulls were crying,
my heart was sighing,
but still my mind was hoping
for the two missing men
2
I stood there alone with that wind in my face.
Looking out to sea I could just see a trace,
of a beacon light, a silhouette that looked out of place.
A boat perhaps! but then it was gone,
as my heart still felt the pace,
of hope that was replaced with a feeling of doom
for the two missing men,
And the waves were crashing,
the wind was howling,
the gulls were crying,
my heart was sighing,
but still my mind was hoping
for the two missing men
3
I walked away from that beach filled with despair,
of never again seeing the two that had disappeared
missing out there in the vastness of the sea,
perhaps fated never to be returned ,
never to be free!
From the ocean that had claimed two more souls
and caused so much pain and suffering,
for two more homes.
And the waves were crashing,
the wind was howling,
the gulls were crying,
my heart was sighing,
but I feared I was no longer hoping
for the two missing men
