Adrift

I am looking for my childhood's sea
Its water surging, surrounding me
My peace I smelled thru its salty rain
Across gray cliffs that I climbed in vain. The North Sea opened the way for me
To dreamy visions of Atlantic Sea
But in the north, icebergs cut the fog
In south, the storm sank my lifeboat's log. To turn again to my childhood's sea
I used a compass and tried to flee,
Nor lustful south nor ice-cold north
Of the Atlantic was coming forth
To give me back my northern Sea
Where tender billows sailed peace to me.

by Karin Dovring

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