I throw off coverings of convention
And stand in the teeth of the gale
The salt spray sweeps away fears and troubles
And leaves me to be as I am.
Here the toll of bells can summon up no ghosts.
Time is ended by the waves rhythm
The shape of the sea bed and the moon’s pull,
Being breathes beneath Nature’s roar.
Afar, moonlight’s pale wash pits a walker
Against the flat expanse of sand,
One against the innumerable grains
Packed beneath the sea’s constant breath.
One man, a retort to the limitless,
A song in the endless silence,
Sung for the song’ s sake, for love and for hope
A launched message in a bottle.