Horizon and the Sea

Looking at the distant horizon line Where the blue sea kisses the sky Searching the heading of my native land Where sticky rice formed my past stand Seagulls circling the mild sunny sea Where people surf, swim and ski I want to borrow their large strong wings To fly back to affect all the remembering The ocean wind swings my heart Swaying small boat that floated apart Fought with strong wave to reach motherland But the long exilic years obstruct and disband Blocked by the distant cutting line My heart seems to be confined Living in the home of the free and the brave But my soul visits its native land by sea wave