All through the ocean deeps he wails;
a-crying on the foam.
He weeps and wails, and weeps and moans,
‘Come home, my love, come home.'
But I am far away from him,
far up the mountain side;
my feet are clasping craggy rocks;
my eyes are open wide.
Oh, can a whale become a bird
and swim te airy sky?
And can a bird plunge to the depths
and through the ocean fly?
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Good rendition of words in a poignant love poem nicely brought forth with conviction. A witty reflection set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for June.