Miss me while you can my love
I’m almost at the door
Headed for the golden winds
that blow along your shore

I’ll follow footsteps I once made
Another life ago
Retrace my years in sinking sand
But this time on my own

The boat is waiting at the dock
Exactly as before
I ask how long we’ll be at sea
how far, to safer ports

he says: it all depends on you.
on the turning tides inside
which heal or harbour the hurt within
it depends on you, my child.