Seafarer, when are you coming home?
For you sailed before dawn could
light up the skies
and anxious are the lips
waiting for you.
Time fades as the waves
caresses the shores under her feet.
Careless and oblivious
with reckless abandonment
the sun takes aim at the sea
ignoring her plead…
A hope is whisper under her lips
for the Basilica bells still ring
calling you home.