Here the rarity of the sun’s visits
Is like a miracle,
Coloring shores and harbors bright blue,
And that Summer sea seems to turn
Us cold-beaten Northerners back into ourselves
Making us yearn for human companionship.
Solitude is on the shores
Of Summer twilights,
When the sun is falling
And the old keeps its tryst
With the days it loved.
You will harness your soul then
In the dimming sea,
In the whisk-away surf,
Clothing yourself in the fairy grace
Of whispering trees
And rolling waves of sunset
Into the lost lands
The ocean is unpredictable and threatening,
Tearing years and years off the land with its anger.
But fear not, you will not drown, only float
Westward, towards stillness, towards the burning light,
To shed your skin and walk naked
Unto Eternity’s homely Shores.