Out Towards The Sea Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

She stands upon the wooden quay,
She waves her hand and smiles at me.
I drift away, I sail the shore,
And leave her standing, wanting more.

I feel the ache, I feel the sigh,
Beneath the vast and open sky.
The boat pulls hard, it needs its way,
Far from the rocks and quiet bay.

I sail alone on restless tides,
Where deep and endless water hides.
But though I travel, wild and free,
My heart is where I long to be.

When days are gray and nights are black,
I dream of when I'll travel back.
I hum a song, a quiet tune,
Beneath the light of sun and moon.

My thoughts go straight to her, my dear,
To keep her memory standing near.
I wait for that bright, happy day,
When I return from far away.