On a bitter day she seeks the past,
Cold winter winds blow dark.
No gold eye on sand on dune grass cast,
No carousel, no park.

A gull with wounded wing washed ashore,
A lake of gloomy flow.
Doubtful dreams that were and are no more,
You and she and long ago.

To long drifting dunes that fade and wind
She shall not come again.
A snowfall of sand entombs her mind
And she'll forget your name.