Thoughts Of A Boy By A Lonely Sea Poem by I.J. Benjamin

i wonder if i shall ask her
for her heart
with her hand in my
hand,
i wonder
if her eyes will be on
mine, and i wonder if she
knows
about the few stars
left there, from the past
and that
the sun has set
at
eleven forty
five over a lonely
coast last March and that
tonight
the seagulls will
fly, as if sad and
slow,
as if they know that
tonight,
the moon will come out for
us, and it will stay and mourn with us,
to comfort my
heart,
and the wind will
swell up and the skies will go
as bright as they can, and
i fear with time, with
her hand on mine
there'll be a sunrise