And the days all float by and the days over waves
Under sky and the weeks slowly leak into years.
The last islands are all left behind
as we silently sail
Until late some dark night a wild wind starts to wail
And our map blows away and our compasses fail
And it's out on the lost boiling black water
where I see her float out
She's so thin and so pale.
I see her rise up.
she's so fast and so fair.
My hands knead and they press to a point in the air.
Then my mouth fills with a panicking prayer
My skull fills with more color than care.
Then my heart fills with love with too much love to bear.
And I know if I stay that she'll always be there
My hands soak in cold sand seaweed swam through her hair