Lady Lost

Long after the dying of the light
She walked the moors of an ancient sea
Like a ship adrift on a dark and misty night
Beneath star-flung eternity,

She walked the moors of an ancient sea,
This lady lost amid dunes and grasses tall,
Beneath star-flung eternity
So beyond my reach, beyond my call.

Lady lost tell me of your pain,
I want to be a beacon light,
Last night I saw you, and tonight again,
Not far from the ocean’s surging might.

I want to be a beacon light,
And touch you gently in this dark
Not far from the ocean’s surging might
To bring close your lost and wandering bark.

Are we not all wanderers over rolling moors?
Have we not all been lost and tempest-tossed?
We find ourselves upon these earthly shores,
Where currents of fate and chance have crossed.

Have we not all been lost and tempest-tossed?
Like a ship adrift on a dark and misty night
Where currents of fate and chance have crossed
Long after the dying of the light.

by Dennis Lambert

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