• Searching for the place where I will be found.
    Walking through the storm, ready to embrace the wind.
    Knee deep in the tide, standing out in the darkness.
    Stars of Known and Unknown
    So out of reach, out of touch to this lone being.
    I stride back to the path where footsteps disappear into the sand,
    And continue to find the cliff where I can jump.
    Spread my wings and fly.
    With the heartbeat of Hope drumming in my mind,
    I follow the coast on my desired quest.
    Only the warm a southern breeze guides.
    The waxing crescent looms on the horizon.