“Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean Out where the waves make a grave of the sea The lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest And water angrily crawled up onto the beach Said, hold my hand and stay with me we'll be released But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet And though he tried to make the water line recede It pulled her out into the sea He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in He watched her hand break through the surface once then disappear again Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear, I hear you You speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze Someday not far away from here, my dear, I swear I'll see you And we will hear the seraphs cry They will still envy you and I”
