Strange Meeting II

Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams

So far away so long ago it seems

The memory comes of a distant beach

Pale sand stretching far from reach

It was then I found my princess of the sand.

As I traced the foam, peebles beneath my feet

I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet

She came to me and I saw in her eyes

The heavy toll of a thousand eyes

I called her my princess of the sand.

She stared at me and my mind was in a maze

As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze

She moved her mouth but there came no sound

The message she brought can never be found

But I called her my princess of the sand.

One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face

Then I looked, she'd gone. of her presence there was no trace

Where she went or came from who can know

Or if she'll ever return to help me know

Who she is, my princess of the sand.

Sometime when the summer nights come back

I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track

I'll look around, hope to find

That strange young dream, close behind

I'll call her my princess of the sand.