All at sea, all at sea
In the teeth of a gale
Under a savage sky,
Black as night,
The wind blows
unabated
Rain stings the flesh
And drowns the spirit.
Rolling black waves
Crash like thunder
All around us
As nature displays
Her awesome power
We pray to our Gods
Our course changed
By great waves of doom
Driving us on
Against our rudders
will
To end us on a shallow
reef
Be gentle with the earth
It matters such a lot
Look at the landscape
And don’t be the blot
Be gentle with the
earth
It’s the only one
we’ve got
From the sight of the first swallow
To the moment of the last fall of snow
More than a short romantic interlude
But nonetheless it was bound to conclude
A love born beneath a swallow’s wing
Perished on the very eve of spring
As bitter winter disappears
The springtime cheers
As with each new flower
The season grows in power
Spring is here again
Stirring the souls of men
The opaque mists
Blur and soften
Disguising the landscape
Hiding from sight
Until the sun warms
And burns the mist away
Inhabiting the margins
Of the water’s edge
The waterfowl are found
Hid amongst the sedge
As lengthening summer shadows
Give way to Autumnal shades
The last snows of winter
Are but a heartbeat away
