a hint of salted air penetrates my nostrils
closer that I become, the more it's presence grows stronger
fast appearing about me are pillows of sand
awakening memory, shouldn't be too much longer

facing a highest, final dune, blocking the horizon
my faint heart quick to beat, for I know what is in store
at last reaching the summit, my breath in sudden escape
as my eyes now behold...beauteous sea and it's shore

magically impelled, I find myself running
down, down, to the crashing waves, splashing their mist
knees turning to jelly, my mind is now racing
with my face and my spirit, to be first, sea kissed

I release myself to the swell of the ocean
float down to the bottom....oh please swallow me
for I wish to be one, with all the dead sailors
let my salty tears mix among they of the sea