My native ocean under skies
that, nearly overcast now shows
a timid spot of blue that grows
while all the rest in sunrise
is coated yellow, orange too.
Out on the waves I know so well
I see a ship sail past and soon
be hidden there behind the hill
and trees that here
obstruct my view –
my ocean; pale to distant lands
and share with them my
native sands;
my ocean, like you’ve
sung for me
sing too along your
distant strands
and add my voice there to
your melody.