On A December Summer Beach

What joy I see in faces,
but it’s not in my heart
and I have not a part
of the December summer fun.

The beach is packed
with holiday makers,
but sadly the sea
goes to and fro.

There’s pain
where your heart was
and a lonely gull
surfs the summer breeze.

In the silent places of my soul
there’s an icy chill,
while the African sun
bakes my body.

Somewhere there’s laughter
and a lovely girl smiles at me,
but there’s only silence
brought by destiny.