I don't know how I ended up here

On this frozen nameless shore

I remember nothing of the journey

And there is no one else around

I go down across the towering dunes

To watch the seagulls glide above

So graceful when they are silent

Like lonely white ghosts in the air



I notice they are all unique

With faces that are all their own

Born to kiss the turbulent sky

Before they collapse and die



As I look and dream myself away

A sound grows loud enough to hear

Like disembodied friendly voices

Carried on by southbound winds

I wake up to the sound of silence

Their words are faint and far away

Like the finest spray of water

They still speak of things I know

I turn to fix my eyes on the horizon

And I face the freezing gale

I observe the majestic white waves

As they rise and break and fall

While they rise into the wild wind

It picks them up before it strikes

Steals away their urgent faces

Lifts their spirits to the skies

And their language's soft and broken

But still I understand it well

We talk about the ones we care for

And of all the things we lost