Wash winter waves,

Bathe my aged aching flesh,

Lick away my broken dreams

With salt mist and

Moonwhite foam,

Until currents caress

Me to your shore.

Bonfire walk burn

Through me as I

Stride upon your sands.

Dry my baptism,

Dance and flicker and rage

To warm my numbness

In preparation for my

Rendezvous.

Kiss me winds,

Whisper to me in rose

And raspberry and

Seaside juniper,

Sing to me of what will come,

And revive my Voice

Even as it fades.

Shroud me pines,

Hide my needlerasp footfalls

In midnight greens

And stormtossed rustling

Until in star and moon

Your eyes glow soft before me.

Only then will I chant

My dreams and visions manifest,

And lay my heart

Within your eternal embrace.