Tides

It was a tear. I never cried, 
But shed from the heavens
It fell where mine were meant to be.
When time and tide swallow me again,
Will you take me away, my little dream.
When the lonely air burns within my chest
Then won't you take me there…
Where white crested waves never 
Break and tumble over Table Bay
And the mists of night won’t
Chill my heart, in the thick morning air.
I know it lies there beyond the
Baying waters, beyond the sounds that
Pierce the night…
There where people dance and play and sing.
And absence bears no loss,
amid these dreams of freedom.