If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
Would you be a black rock, breaking the sea?
Or a lunar eclipse with your face turned from me,
Pulling me back when I thought I was free?
Would you be grains of sand I could feel but not hold?
Stars above me, grey embers, dimming and cold?
The corpse of a sailor to -- too late -- enfold?
Or a sailor relieved once his boat had been sold?
No, if I were the ocean, you'd mean not a thing.
I'd know nothing of love and the trouble it brings
I'd be filled up with tears, but with no eyes to sting.
I wouldn't miss you, I'd just miss everything.