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.