Blasted by wind and rain without a care
Not so delicate it would seem
Sung to by the sea as if in surrealist dream
Feel as old things do
Unwise dreams the stuff of fools
Sand and stone soft and harsh
Sea calls softly wind blows fast
The dead do call with smooth words
Singing songs quite absurd
See the stones, standing there?
I ponder, walk with deliberate care
Try not to disturb the sprites that fly
Upon these winds that whisper and sigh
I taste the sea, fear her call,
Walk away before into her arms I fall.