Down by the rough granite quay
where the ships and the sailors
stroll in from the sea
She'll be waiting for me.

I know it is time to go
to meet her
and greet her like an old friend.
I suppose at the end we all become
the knot that is untied.
Success is knowing we tried
we gave it our best
and the rest becomes the history
of you and me.

She waits by the quay so silently
where time does not exist for her
she shares tea with eternity.
She sees
me
and the wave she gives washes over me.
By the sea is where we all will be
one day.
Eventually we'll return on another tide
to take another side
and live another day.
Today she will have her way
and I will leave with her
leave all my cares behind
I bind myself
to
this.