There must be
a longing for adventure
There must be
a longing for the sea
I waited where
you never thought to enter
I ran the sun
around a trinity
So I leave you
a sand’s spill from the ocean
I leave you
your still and tidy wings
There is the sound
of drifting silver fountains
And with the dawn
a distant bell will ring
Let the night
renew a course and chapter
Lest the earth
grow warm beneath my feet
For there must be
a longing for adventure
There must be
a longing for the sea
~
Elizabeth Cook, 2015
