I long to dwell within myself
With sunlit trance upon my face
And briny scents to clear the mind
Caressed by natures sweet embrace
I yearn for gentle cleansing tides
To soothe an ailing in my heart
And many festive flowered leis
Adorned by love not torn apart
I ache to quench a raging storm
Those pounding waves inside my shell
And calm the sea from seething surf
Receding from it's gowning spell
I know in time this pining soul
Will listen to it's calling sound
Of sirens beckoning to the shoal
Where sandstone angels ran aground
