...Day and night
come by me
Lead the way back home where
the food is cooked with
pots and fire
and the gold is true
Light a beacon where
the sea touches the shore
So I could see, however faint
before the roar
and perhaps
the tides would share
the secrets
of the old
Show me a cloudless path
where angels have
never walked
and let the breeze hum
so the dead could
sing their songs once
again...