part 1

waiting at the shore
its waters erode the grains
rolling o'er again

currents bring her near
but each tide draws her away
she sits on the boat

helpless like a child
whose mother has yet to wean
waters fight for her

alas, still you sit
as you still wait on the shore
winds will win the war

sails trap air to guide
gently she will make her way
to your open shore

but you, build an oar
so that you might reach her to
help her to your shore