On deck I stand and have my arms
propped on the railing of the boat.
And there I'm fascinated and I stare.
My eyes are fixed upon the waves,
those beauties that are never tired.
I hate to go, to turn away. I do.
And once again, I'm back to say 'good bye'.
I'm fascinated and I dream,
my only love is waiting by the fire.
And, to avoid disturbing fascination
I slowly turn my life from waves away,
but suddenly, at once, I understand-
I cannot leave, the waves want me to stay!
And now it's easy; there is no question,
no world, no life, no wish to be.
The waves are smiling now and making room for me.
The last I say is 'happy' on this earth: I do.
And slow, determined plays the water.