I stood before a tempest sea once more,
she should be older then but seemed the same,
her waves rolled near my feet as times before
and loud she called me by my proper name.
She smiled at me when rays of sunlight shone,
her comfort whispers told me I should stay
in life to do what needed to be done,
she often told me I should go my way.
I could not join her, swim away and go
and leave all matters that I want to part
with every movement of the undertow
a way from shore into a wanted start.
Sea would not have my company that day,
withdrew in low tide and in silent grey.