If I am allowed to sit and breathe
On the beach alone looking out at the sea
Will I find the stillness I need?
Or only the way things are moving in me
(If I am) Found by the fury of love in the morning,
Will I know it at night?
(On the beach) Feeling a moment becoming a memory,
Will I remember it then?
(Will I find) A voice in the fog of a future that I cannot see,
Calling to me?
(Or only) A noise in the distance, a smudge on the mirror of time
With love looking back
