That day, we spotted dolphins dancing,
free and foaming, out to sea,
in the dawn, down by the arbour,
from the wall, beside the quay.
That day, the ocean shone like silver,
gleamed and glimmered in the sun.
Those scorching rays fell fierce as famine,
bleaching, burning everyone.
That day, the sky was blue with beauty,
like the Mother of the Lord.
Clouds clung on, but soon were leaving,
cut and cleaved by solar sword.
That day, we drifted, wandered, dreaming,
seeking shelter’s shady nook.
She sat still and scorched in silence;
‘neath my hat I read a book.
That day, the seagulls ceased their shrieking,
soared in silence overhead.
Noontime on the burning beaches
bathers, laid out like the dead!
That day, the summer stillness settled,
like a scorching, sacred shroud.
Merged with moving, melted masses,
crucified that Cornish crowd!
That day dragged on till sun was dying,
sinking slowly in the sea.
Globe of gold in ocean bleeding:
sunset saved our sanity!