Homesick

My Soul, where do you lead me,
Home, where wind and waves will feed me,
Home, where Love will come to meet me,
Home, where the mighty ocean rolls,
Home, where at last I will be whole.

I've been land-locked far too long,
Forgotten my sacred Inner Song,
Longing for something just out of reach,
Wanting my Home, my Love, my Beach.

Now, on this first December day,
My reverie takes me far away,
Listening to the white noise of the fan,
I seem to hear the sounds of wind and waves,
I feel my feet walking in the sand,
And long to be back where the sea meets the land.