You are the Shepherd
of those high-spirited waves,
directing them to me
they’re like puppies
kissing at my feet.

this ocean is a lair,
of my fascinations
every wave beckons me there
I get your tricks of pulling
the sands from beneath my feet.

Perhaps I will come,
I will brave through
these alluring waves,
but don’t you misconstrue
I am completely yours.

I shall return several times
and only stand ashore
with naught but my rhymes,
the ones I blame you for
forgive me my vice.

now is not our time,
forgive my abnegation
too much wine on my mind,
too many trains
at this station.