To the sea

I stand above the solemn field
where strangers come to see
whatever shall be wishing for
in news endowed to thee

I walk beside the strangest beach
where friends of all kinds walk
and then I dance the dance, so dear
but cannot talk the talk

But ever shall we wonder
whatever could have been
if only I had held your hand
if only I had seen

Never too late – the high sea tells
for tides may come and go
but love for other never strays
beyond the deepest foe

Who stands beside when told to move
who cannot make it clear
that always and forever thus
will bring the deepest fear

Of a poem in the making
a romance come what may
and dance the dance that’s sent to chance
and speak the words to say

I am a meagre, lesser man
when faced with you alone
and strive to be another
to the mirror, on my own

But no words mean no feelings
for they lead to actions thus
and always will they dare to build
a stronger, wiser us

Do not deprive your liberty
do not abide by chance
your eyes look to my feet to lead
and then we’ll dance the dance

And as the years may pass us by
and the passing comes to be
I’ll take your hand and walk my sweet
together – to the sea.