Long after the dying of the light <br />She walked the moors of an ancient sea <br />Like a ship adrift on a dark and misty night <br />Beneath star-flung eternity, <br /> <br />She walked the moors of an ancient sea, <br />This lady lost amid dunes and grasses tall, <br />Beneath star-flung eternity <br />So beyond my reach, beyond my call. <br /> <br />Lady lost tell me of your pain, <br />I want to be a beacon light, <br />Last night I saw you, and tonight again, <br />Not far from the ocean’s surging might. <br /> <br />I want to be a beacon light, <br />And touch you gently in this dark <br />Not far from the ocean’s surging might <br />To bring close your lost and wandering bark. <br /> <br />Are we not all wanderers over rolling moors? <br />Have we not all been lost and tempest-tossed? <br />We find ourselves upon these earthly shores, <br />Where currents of fate and chance have crossed. <br /> <br />Have we not all been lost and tempest-tossed? <br />Like a ship adrift on a dark and misty night <br />Where currents of fate and chance have crossed <br />Long after the dying of the light.<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-lost/
