Heart as slow as a cold morning wake.
Hearing the unfamiliarity of the wave�s tune
Hoping to see it before night begins to break.
A cool wind strikes his tired eyes with tears.
Then he stands in wonder at the enchanting sea.
He�s lived to long for too many years
To never have seen this water majesty.
His hands shaky; his mouth wide open,
Kneeling in the wet, saturating foam.
Bowing to the sea to show a thankful token
Amidst the cold dark blue water is home.
There is not a light in eyes� sight.
There are no headlights from passing cars.
So he lies in the chilling dark night,
And looks at the beautiful design of stars.