I won’t outlive the sea, not one drop of its salt depth, not the old growth trees nor the stone beneath my feet. I am

The stars we follow have written our names, the ones we’re given on journeys with the sun. The one your mother knew when she regarded

Tune your instrument to the key of praise while morning light shines on the sea. Trees lift their branches in the rising breeze and the

I return to the sea, her face and tide the peace of my heart, the words of our story. From far north to the straits