Whisper to me secrets
of the world you long to see,
the dreams of days yet built,
still sailing somewhere on the horizon of eternity.
Let me tiptoe in tomorrow’s waves
leaving footprints in the soaking sand,
pressing my impermanence on the shore
of this solid lasting land.
And when the sunset kisses that
that lies between the night and day,
take my hand, hold it tight,
and in the quiet, perfect, stillness