Expectant tides roll round memories

Thought a bridge across

A surface scattered

At once so brilliant

Light transforming

Now I say to you,

Good Morning!

Now awakened I find

Some trace of an echo

While my spirit confides

With the source of these waves

Oh, to begin again,

To rise with their promise:

Letters I trace into words

Words I breathe into song

Songs become my life,

How must I sing it?

But my eyes are spent

Between the edge of sky

And the emerging sea

As I listen for a new word

Crackling in the distance:

A banner, a wave

Oh, the coast is clear my love!

Upon these trades that pass

That pull you to me

My will becomes my purpose

Above the sparkling sea