The pink moon was followed by an orange sunrise

I walked to the beach wearing just my outer clothes

And followed her as she began her morning journey

I was thinking about swimming in the pale blue sea

But quickly abandoned the idea as the air was quite cold

For the next hour and a half I sat on a glass rock reading

From a book that had been washed up by the tide

I read only the first twenty-eight pages

As there were no more in this weeping book