As Rare As Summer Snow

(Written for a friend who walked into the sea one day in 1967 and kept walking!)

A top hat floating on the water
Nothing left there,
Just our total despair,
And the wind,
Your old umbrella gone,
Misty solitudes sand in our shoes,
Where did you go?

I do not know from where
your garments of rainbow came,
Will they come again?
That would be
as rare as summer snow!!

Dishevelled in the wind
Big Ben Sparkle’s hair,
Now the broken deck chair,
Meets the flood.
I’m the old man of the sea,
I must go down to the sea again,
I’ve got a friend.. out there,

Catching a bus to nowhere,
will you meet me there?
That would be
as rare as summer snow..!!