the harbor lights make pathways
on the water,
that lead to the horizon
and somewhere far away,
but there is nowhere i would rather be
than in this town,
this bay,
the twilight sky,
the evening tide
join but do not mix,
though their colours are cold
i feel - i know
that i am warm
that we are warm
together.
the harbor lights make pathways
on the water,
that lead to the horizon
and somewhere far away,
but there is nowhere i would rather be
than in this town,
this bay.
