My life was spent staring at the night waves
Clasping the soul of the shifting sands
With an enduring tide that proudly raves
Of a lunar grip and its unseen hands

My life was spent studying a vermilion star
Slowly setting on the bare horizon
Like an abiding, gentle kiss from afar;
The humble scent of a noble mission!

My life was spent trusting the voiceless tears
Of weighted clouds, embracing the swaying greens
As they reach for the roots and buried fears
With ethereal allusions of what sincerity means