It’s a funny thing
to be mystified by lightning on the Sangres
because I love the sea
Cliffside, dockside
Both call to me, joyfully
Freedom is
pulling anchor
drifting away
Heart’s desires
deceive me though
My boat is drydocked
Look baby
there’s a hundred thousand places to be
they all call to you and me
Come to this dock
meet me at the Point
let’s look to the edge
See where the sky meets land
Adam F.C. Fletcher 