My eyes look past the aged, warped glass,
Where footprints pressed down salty grass,
For signs of fresher presence here.
Hoped quiet rooms spoke lies to ears.
I wish I knew the hour, the day
The Sun’s warm rays would shine my way.
I hate that Fates took you from me;
I pray, not for eternity.
When life’s cruel turn has done its deed,
With things returned to normalcy,
A candle burns toward the sea:
Let love’s light lead you home to me.