The sea speaks to me.
Hear the rush of the waves slapping
shore for being stubborn. Hard.
The pulse of the world beating
Against its veiny banks;
Each river, each artery
Feeds the flesh of the earth,
Spills back into its source,
Rises renewed and cycles back again.
The sea feeds us. It speaks to us.
If we would listen, we would hear.
The spray cleanses my skin.
The sand burns my feet.
Would I shed my skin and return to the water,
To my mothers, my brothers and sisters of the sea:
I hear their song. Dancing on the waves,
I will sing. I will ride into the vast horizon
With nothing but the wind on my side.
Take me home.
I am done here
in this foreign land.
I have done.
Let me sail into the sea.
Take me home
or all shall fade.