ancient baby blues
soft as surf against the shore
ship without a crew
this world doesn't fit no more

when the wind comes up
you never had the chance
to save her
washed up alone driftwood on the beach

grey and silver thread
you weave into sand
longing so to be returning to the earth again

when you close your eyes
are you trying to get lost
or just found by her?

you had grown to be
I had left thee
joined in such ways
into the sea
what once flowed to her
drownded leave here
can now go nowhere
now go nowhere
and stays with you

few are blessed to live as long as time
few are blessed to live through it aligned ...