Song Of The Sea

(Capri, Piccola Marina)

Timeless sea breezes,
Sea-wind of the night:
You come for no one;
If someone should wake,
He must be prepared
How to survive you.

Timeless sea breezes,
That for aeons have
Blown ancient rocks,
You are purest space
Coming from afar…

Oh, how a fruit-bearing
Fig tree feels your coming
High up in the moonlight.

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Song Of The Sea