Here I bestow my breakwater to guard my shores with still water and fresh air.

Here I stand on the edge of it, my curiosity aroused by the pretty lights of the billboards, grey stuff masked with the colours of the red yellow sky at dusk.

But I came for something else, for dreams I reflect on the stars upon me and the love I bear them.

Be my breakwater, my brothers and sisters, drown me with laughter not salt

Be my breakwater, my love, see that this life is not spent, but earned like the warmth of early May

and then, I'm all yours