The Stone by the Sea

Upon a large stone

Sat a woman of old

How long she'd been sitting

Well, that is not known

If hot or if cold

Through the night

And the day

She sat and she stared

Past the beach

And the bay

She stared at the sea

Waiting for, some would say

A long lost love

To return to her side

A promise she'd kept

For many years she has wept

And now she is waiting

Until death will come

Not with malice or fear

But with sad compassion

To reunite the old woman

With the one she holds dear

And take her away

To a place with no sea

Where her lover will stay

And they both can be free.