what it isn't

sunburnt hearts on memory's shore
with little thoughts of yesterday
i filled a basket with your love
you found it; you snatched it away

my salt-stained apron bore the mark
where i had wiped off dirty hand
stood in my shanty, wind-blown hair
i closed the curtain to the sand

the storm -- it raged outside my home
i heard the roaring ocean near
and then i felt contentment come
he kissed my eyes and dried my tear

the angry rain and violent wind
became the sweetest sounds i heard
with gentle whispers, one meek soul
brought in his lips the song of birds

then all at once i did forget
the pain and of my one last thought
this new love, he gathered me
within his snare my heart was caught