Hail the golden dawn,
as she greets the dewy air.
Eyes to shame a little fawn,
and flowing locks so fair.
Perfect features to behold,
a calmness to embrace.
Wildest dreams, and darkest fears,
complete her pretty face.
A mind like flashing lightning,
a soul like glass so clear.
Childlike wonder, so exciting,
a heart with mirthful cheer.
Roots as steady as oaken tree,
growing by the river.
Countless men will come to see,
but only one, will she call hither.

I’ve often stared at the beauty of the ocean,
careless smashing, timeless motion.
I wonder why it draws my soul,
makes me feel empty, makes me feel whole.
A deep feeling it possesses,
violent vigour, calm caresses.
It took a while for me to see:
my heart inside, is the sea.