Come Daybreak

When all has been exhausted and day has turned to dark, you'll find me on these sandy shores, the ones I used to mark with stick in hand; I never planned for this to be where I would stand come nightfall. The migrant men I followed once led me from these shores they led me round the earth before they led me back once more so I could gaze, spend all my days, in awe of ocean's silver-grays come daybreak. I find it hard to take in stride, what I've been told of late: that every ripple visible, the paltry and the great, could tell with ease, with expertise my life's triumphs and tragedies come nightfall. So if it were a choice at all to leave these shores behind, in clouds of dust, you'd watch me part, in body, soul and mind; Best tell the seas, the sky, the trees, "Make way!", for I'll be newly free come daybreak.