by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs
The streets emptied at 2:00, but breeze fed waves hit the dock.
This tiny tourist town slept, all except a soul in the dark.
What went wrong they’ll never know. If any knew, they won’t let show.
A tragic traveler story goes untold. He held the cards and didn’t fold.
Call it the curse of the tide, a love lost to pride.
Shout it out loud inside, and forget to claim the prize.
Was it the twinkle of gold in his eyes, or the gray and she thought wise?
There was no “come on” just hi, but in the end sadly no goodbye.
It can turn a town upside down, when woman who is so renown
Changes sails after years and years. Leaving the shocked shedding tears.
Call it the curse of the tide, a love lost to pride.
Shout it out loud inside, and forget to claim the prize.
Midnights turned into hot weeks. The pulse of town picked up a beat.
Cash flowed into places unheard, but most smiled and later whispered.
The night the boat disappeared, the two separated a little weird.
A turn, a head twilt and parted, as if something never started.
Call it the curse of the tide, a love lost to pride.
Shout it out loud inside, and forget to claim the prize
The waves settle to a seldom splash, she sighs walking toward the back.
What does she know of his past, did she know the thrill would not last.
She started a subscription to the Times, but in the world it’s not a crime.
What went wrong they’ll never know. If any knew, they won’t let it show.
