My heart lay afar the sea shore.
When there is no knock on my door
A lost impulse along the sea line
that love had made me blind.
I rest on the breast of the sea shore-
stretched arms; and ‘am not sure
If I’ll be welcomed like the prodigal son
waiting for the light of the morning sun.
Alas I wait, that my heart be warm
And I leave the embrace of the sea at dawn.