Im lost at sea,

I'm cramped up on nothing,

I'm lost at sea.

And the sea is exploding, waiting on me to decide,

I know what must be done,

What needs to be said.

Yet words wont form on my lips.

The cliffs are edged with mists,

As mists are almost too small to bother with.

Part of the final equation,

Souls rub off on me,

They bruise the rocks of our existence,

Then resurrect me,

When they are done with me, I'm left with tears.

There is a sailor woman walking towards me,

She cannot hear the mists,

They can't bruise her,

She had been formed into the woman of the mist.

She is in love the beautiful formlessness of the sea.

Letters roll up in bottles,

One tells,

-These are the joy of the sea.

They aren't found at shore,

But from another glowing place,

We have never been to.