The mighty ocean at the end of our street
Waves wide and wild and blue and deep,
Its ancient calm an ancient keep
Of ancient treasures, fast asleep.
The ocean’s swallowed many men
Who once, or twice, or thrice did stand
Their journey ‘cross this sapphire land
But had to set sail a fourth time again.
Caught by the spell of the blue.
Praying the waves to subdue.
From this clashing of worlds,
And death screams resounding, unheard
The mighty ocean at the end of our lives
Bestows us peace and ends our strive,
Embraces us, so cold and wide
Forevermore floating in its tide.