Pebbles on the beach cont.
A fog horn calls across the bay
‘You think you are the only pebble on the beach
Don’t you… don’t you?
You think you are the only pebble on the beach’
I shiver as the earth tilts
The luminescent darkening sky
Appears beyond the sea brims’ curve
We do live on a planet after all.
Might I concede a point?
There could be other life out there
With myriads of stars reflecting on the stones
In the spume of eventide
Knowing trillions of neutrinos
Pass through the never ending space
And through my earthly form
I somehow sense my place
With the shingle sounding in my head
I will get home, get warm and get to bed
Feeling I must give
An answer to the fog man’s call
I am not the only pebble on the beach.