Sweet ocean ! Oh , my sweet rocky shore .
what a residues !
longing embers, soundless weeps and journeys ends .


Sleep now and dream ,
Your stranded breathes give birth to spring
Lonely for the ocean .
Oh, you lovely sleepy head , soon you will see
The sea buckled with calling ships.
Soft strokes of night breeze brush shall paint
Canvas of this dripping ache into light-filled
Cracks on bleeding darkness , keys for
Long time forgotten doors and sinful daring wind
Weaving your hair between its dancing waves.


You sweet ocean ! Oh, my sweet lonely shore.
What a residues!
Tortured dreams, feeble hopes and fleeting stars.


Sleep now and dream,
Skies melded through every tenacious scars as
Enthralling map of new-found stars.
Oh, you dear weary head, soon you will see
Cosmic sprinkling magic in your too long waited
Gazes, tickling those rusty pale cheeks setting
Them into heart warming giggles.

Lay down and let those sand soaked happy toes
Just to give up....
Scared waves trading their blessing to win
Your still lung for a sigh of relief
And your dawn flavored lips for a mumbles of our old oaths,
This is our home ship.