Give it up!, oh mysterious depths
Your starfish, foam tides, seashells;
At the water's edge I ponder and chide
Treasures in depth long dwell.
The moon's reflection's bright and full
The water's foam is mist in the night.
The cold wet air brings a fierce wind
So restless I am for morn's light.
The waters now calm, the horizon's red-orange
The night gives up the dawn;
A new day's here, rejoice my soul!
Foam tides, misty nights, Dawn's Song.
Bright moon brilliant night moving the tide
Release your treasures, so jealous I long;
I've found your starfish
and taken seashells
So breathless I am for "Dawn's Song."
(c) 2005
* The living in life is more than existing and who can stand at a seashore and not be touched by God. Who knows what the ocean's tide will
* The living in life is more than existing and who can stand at a seashore and not be touched by God. Who knows what the ocean's tide will
bring forth from the depths, and who knows what the soul of man conceals?
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