I lost something within you,
Radiant, high-handed sea!
A loss so great and true,
I cannot let it be.

Great heart of mine, stolen,
When I sail first your deep blue,
Winds had pulled my bowline,
And filled my sails anew.

And as the sea winds whipped
The heart you took of mine,
The bow had sharply tipped,
Against horizon line.

I merely skim the surface
Of your lovely darkened deep,
Search without a trace,
For my heart you hide and keep.

Everyday I leave the shore,
Cast off into the sea,
And with the journeys more and more,
You become the heart of me.