My great sea, my lone desire
My gentle cloud, my scorching fire.
Burn me, drown me, engulf me.
I am but dry beach sand
Castles and footprints and
Lots and lots of shells.
Empty, hollow, foam of pearls
Listen to the riptide, hear what it tells
Sings a lost song, of oceans and melted snow
A song nobody but for them know
They who have opened their chests to the vast blue
And let themselves go.
Into the nothingness we go.
Into the turquoise gleam of sleep we go.
Into life, living as in death, we go.