Gone are all the restless cares
That kept me from the sea
Swept with out a trace into
The endless starlit dream.
And all of my illusions
Fall, like snowflakes in a heap,
Without a sound, collapsing in
A cascade of debris.
Until there's nothing left except
The very heart of me.
And everywhere I look around,
As far as eye can see,
Roaring darkness beckons to
Engulf me in it's stream.
As rushing waves, crash hard,
Against the seawall, through the night,
' Till sunrise burns the morning sky,
Devouring the night.
And deep within this empty-scape
A seagull's piercing cry,
Winging towards eternity,
If only I could fly.
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