Treason of the wind is to remain, sand stone and dust
Sand stone and dust is all we’ve tried before,
Before the raining days and blowing toppled sea waves
Tip top above the lot, the lonely man craving the sea
For his house no longer a home has burst the love, the fiery fear
And that is all
We hear
The good quiet and bad blown loud.
Loud and louder.....
Until......
Treason of the wave becomes in itself a love
Of grass and trees, shroud the sun and run, have fun
That itself is love
That is love and the wind and the wave and the tree and love.
I miss the all,
the all of it; I miss her all the most.