Weep Oceana weep, my sweetest dear

What a homebody you've been to me, darling Oceana

Now don't curdle my head and heart, but oh the distance
I weep for the distance

Each cradled memory - beaten with palm frans with invisible hands holding me


Meddling with time Oceana. Oh it's been time! My ocean current bringing me down, but I promise, so deeply to the marrow - there is no other one, to this day

Oh dear, my sails must go up you see.
My hands are wrinkling with time, sparingly - so I only hold your fainted lights in my locket to the unfolding oblivion

The wind on my neck, Countless stars guiding me north - a new destiny.
But in every written desire, I will always look south, back to you - my only Oceana