Only the Sea and Dreams

Late night, I hear the calling of the vast rolling

sea. The waters capture the seashells, then they pull away

from me. Should I heed the maidens to harmonize as they sing?

The risk falling and drowning while the sky covers me. It's only the

sea. I cannot be what you want me to be.

I will not sing what you want me to sing. It's only the

sea. When the moon is rising with a wolf chasing me,

running where the leaves fall from the sleep-laden trees. I will not