The Restless Ocean And The Bay Of Sand,
Shaped As A Crescent Long As A Bow.
The Sparkling Leaping Waves Now Sleep
As I Glance Upon A Fast Approaching Shore,
My Boat Grounding Upon A Familiar Land.
Dawn Casts Her Light Upon A Scented Beach,
Fields Of Ripening Corn With Swelling Ears,
Her House Before Me Now Fingers At Her Latch,
She Lets Me In A Tarpaulin Coat Her Hands Now Catch,
I Hear And Feel Her Voice Crazed With Joy Through Tears,
Now A Close Embrace Hearts Outreached To Each