Fog stirs at the messenger's feet, like a ghost 
crossing the threshold
he holds the final words, in his hands
he holds my awakening.
You were bright with wanderlust (must be free)
yet I knew you would long for home (long to leave)
I pleaded (let me go)
please don't go (far from sea, pleaseÂ…)
but you never listened (let me go)
not to the ocean-call (let me leave)
not to me (strength in hand)
so I let you go (as I go, far from the sea)
Free like mist and the snarling sea
like darkling trees and the feral wind
I bid you farewell, forever more...
You are shadowed, lightless-eyed (I am free)
you will never come home (ever free)
I plead (deep this pain)
live again, my daughter (long to leave, pleaseÂ…)
but the dead do not listen (release me)
not to fathers (in the end)
not to oceans (quiet screams)
bid you farewell, forevermore (as I leave, far from my 
home)
Free like mist and the snarling sea
like darkling trees and the feral wind
I bid you farewell, forever more...
My lucid green waves,
my lamenting seabirds, call for you
my star-branded body
my withering fog-breath
I long for you.
My infinity beckons, your blood returns to me
by river and rain
you return, we are one.