No scarring blade or scorching flame
Can wipe the memory of your name
Oceans rise and mountains fall
Still I hear your whispered call
Pale moon rise as dark shapes fly
Between bright diamonds in a star-pocked sky
Bare trees dance as the cold wind blows
Second chance is granted to the heart that knows
Time and tide wait for no man
Long ships sail towards fertile lands
Sea waves crash against painted shields
Tides will turn but the sea never yields
No howling beast; no serpent’s fang
Can snatch away this burning flame
Our love lives on in the wind and sea
Our waves beat on the shores eternally
Time and tide wait for no man
Long ships sail towards fertile lands
Sea waves crash against painted shields
Tides will turn but the sea never yields
Copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris