Out To Sea

Return, my love, to me.
My eyes are weary from gazing out to sea,
From entreating the waves
And the dolphin that saves
The drowning sailor to bring you back to me.

Return, my love, to me.
My heart is weary from singing to the sea,
From commanding the foam
To bring you back home
On swells of the incoming tide to come to me.

Return, my love, to me.
My hands are weary from praying to the sea,
Asking it to make sure
That on some isle you endure,
That when a ship passes you will come to me.

Return, my love, to me.
My eyes are weary from staring out to sea,
From weeping salty tears
And prayers nothing hears,
That you might be alive, and still come to me.