I want to wander
along the ocean vast,
and far beyond her
till my days long are past.
Mine eyes are blinded
by these horizons.
Mine spirit is mended,
when new day arises.
To see the moon
kiss a stranger's land,
the warmth of June
in a stranger's hand.
In stopping too long
trapped will I be,
by expectations wrong
of that which should I be.
