At first light we would stand and stare
And drink deeply of the breeze,
Watched the incoming foam ensnare
Between seaweed and stones squeeze;
At midnight we would gather again
Under the blackness of hung skies,
Let your lapping water entertain
Our ears and searching eyes;
The lights of Ayr would dance and twirl
Like some ghostly filigree,
A string of shining pearls
Stretched out across the sea;
Bring me back again someday
To this moon-dappled pebbly shore,
Wrap me around in your beguiling way
Tell me your secrets once more.
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