The Sea Calls, The Sea Cools

The grains burn my soles as I walk

I hear a voice call me, I hear a voice talk

Heat seers through me, but I have lost all care

As I walk in this land with no air

I stop, my skin lit by the flames of guilt

And think of all the grief I have built

I look out to see the gallop of blue

And I know what I must do

Hooves crash and thrash and spit white foam

But I move in close to this place I shall soon call home

They grasp my feet in a tight wet hold

I let them pull me down and sink in their cold

They kiss my cheeks and fill my throat, but I do not cry

I just let my limbs fall free and close my eyes