When I was young, I lived not far from sea.
Though out of sight, I always knew which way
to left, to right, to front or back it lay,
my mind’s own compass in uncertainty.
When first we loved, in my naivety
I nearly drowned. Stranded in disarray
on rocks above your withdrawn tide I lay,
and thought you rightly had abandoned me.
And yet, through all these years, you’ve been my sea.

Though rarely seen, and mostly far away,
you’ve been the one place that I knew would stay
always my still calm point, my constancy.
But how I wish I could make time reverse,
And enter that blue sea, that glittering heat.
A man this time – not boy!- who could traverse
with sure strong strokes the waters, salt yet sweet,
and thus, now worthy of your love, immerse
myself forever in your mystic deep.