I’ve been a little land-locked living day to day
I need an interruption, something in my way
You picked me up at pre-dawn (the darkest time to me)
You took me where the road ends to remind me of the sea

And the waves crash around me
in the haze along the shore
But I can feel you bring me into focus
and I come to my senses

Salt water on the air, cinnamon on your breath
The fragrance of our love takes the sting out of our death
The signal from the lighthouse caught me by surprise
Even when I had my back turned, I saw it in your eyes

And the waves crash around me
and leave me wanting more
But I can feel you lean a little closer
and I come to my senses

Clear the cabin, lash the cannon
One last concerto for the captain
You bring your cello and I’ll bring my violin
Ain’t that the way the movie ends?

I’ll be the cello and you be the violin

We could cross the great Equator, we could see the other side
We could chase that ship forever over that horizon line

And the waves crash around me
in the leaving of the shore
But I can feel your hand upon my shoulder
and I come to my senses

(November 2017. For Shea.)