a pier beside the sea;

For one so old he does not sit,

on rocker sipping tea.

With weathered face and working hands,

he gave a wink to me.

    He looked a lone so I walk by,

he was upon the sand;

and talked of stories long ago,

though of an unknown land.

He said I’d like to tell you more,

I said that would be grand;

    He said they hunt for starfire eyes,

in seas at twilight night;

and set them into clams they’ve caught,

the catch that shown so bright.

He said I could not tell a soul,

there was no soul in sight.

    Of course they live among the waves,

their powers they would tame;

the works of wonder they would do,

twas simple as a game.

My mind a drift in the sound of waves.

I’d for got to ask his name.

    Their reign ran long for many years,

till one day were betray;

by men who ran the mighty ships,

for gold they would make them tame.

They died when caught with freedom gone,

still one of them remain.

    Forgive he said be kind to all,

you must believe in me;

for those who hate are lonely men,

keep peace and harmony.

I turned to him but all I found,

his tracks led to the sea.