Rolling & purring & crashing so
fierce waves smash upon the lazy east coast
And ah, the sea! The beautifully ancient & haunting sea!
Filled with washed up love & ship-wrecked dreams
Old man paces, folded arms behind his back
& steadies himself from a wave's swift crash
We all grow old, we all grow frail
I've seen the youth of my life set sail
But so yet the sea, wild & wide & mysterious sea!
Contains something greater than all of humanity
Contains maybe god itself
(or maybe we contain god ourselves)
Old man falls from the swift, evil tide
Lands on the sand beneath his left side
Lands on solid ground
(or maybe this is hollowed ground)
All of the chatter of the birds & the waves
Cover sacred silence where a greater destiny is laid
Laid pinned upon its back
(or maybe we are pinned too)
Pinned to our restlessness, almost as the sea
Ah, the sea, the sea--purring brother to you and me!
Surfacing both pleasure & pain upon its silver caps
Reminding us all of the constant, the changing, the past