Along the beach I traveled,
though the drifting sand.
Then I came upon this man.
I wondered why he sat there,
out in the sun so hot.
Started to ask, but stopped.
Sat instead a little from him,
for he looked as if in a dream.
Then in my head his voice it seemed.
His lips not moving,
for I looked for I could see.
Yet still I knew he spoke to me.
As I listen to what he said,
through the waves rolling to and fro.
I began to feel my knowledge grow.
So we sat words unspoken,
of things, both happy and sad.
It was the best conversation I never had.
