[written in Galveston, USA]
At the end of the path I stand,
waiting to be engulfed by her majesty,
showered with the knowledge of this time,
scared with the thought of being alone,
out here in a place I've never been,
yet suspected in the journey set for me,
I can feel the grandeur wash over,
and pull back the evil into the sea,
years frought with torment meet me here,
in her arms I've never felt so warm,
yearning for the affection of the sea,
begging to quell the pain that I feel,
so large is her expanse I watch in awe,
to know our presence is a privelege,
lost respect of others who care not,
bearing a burden of our lively screams,
sweep she away my dreams and shadows,
alone yet no feeling of discomfort,
days I could stand here without fret,
and let her hands massage my soul.