Listless rise and fall
Of the sea.
A whispering voice beckons:
Follow me.
It desires me to return;
My hour will wane.
Can you yet see the shore?
My eyes still strain.
Calling,
A Light from beyond,
No joy remains,
But a hallowing song.
My kin will pass
Over the misty reach,
But I linger yet,
On the boundless beach.