Out of my depth,I feel the call of the sea,oh,how it calls
The land has fallen away,with a crash and a thud
A shudder in my blood
I should not be here at all.
I am no longer innocent
The lissom child who sat on the edge
For then my ligaments and tendons were loose like grass
Now they are stiff like the salty cords on a rigger in the Baltic sea.
Where could I be that would accommodate my history?
I stand on the edge but not by choice
I was here when it was a strong land
Undone by his hand which I held
Touching the contracted finger gently
Don’t go.don’t go, he cried.
Then he died.
Where have you gone my seafarer?
Out beyond sight in Whitby again
With the salt cured fishermen.
Now they sail North
And never come back,never come back
Never come back to me,though I wait ,I wait by the sea.
But now I stand in a dangerous place
I might walk in space,walk in that space
Walk right over the sea
Till the waves seize a hold on me,but I know
I’ll never let go, never let go
Just so you know that it’s me