The Golden Sea

Her oceans swell and glitter at the end of sheltered worlds.

Into the west we venture, where her soothing waters call.

We’re going home.

The breeze will sing; her warmth will taste the

Softly swaying shores.

Our time is ended here, but peaceful are her golden arms,

Embracing weary souls.

Safe now; my children, come.

Lay down and be forever still.

Become the waves in yellow light,

In every jewel that glistens;

Ripples taste so bright.

We’re going home,

My soundless ones.

We’re going home,

Tonight.