A quiet and disillusioned face
Unlike any other place,
It is calm beneath the waves
Like a body resting in a grave.

As I go out I can hear the
Chattering of the waves,
They sway from side to side
Crashing, crashing! Against the caves.

When I feel the time is right
I cast off into the blustery night,
And when I hear the fish swimming away
I know it's time to seek another way.

So I anchor down
When the night is at an end,
I remember the fish, the waves
And all the beautiful caves,
Dying and sleeping in the morn.