Now, it is time to go, for the water mark is rising,

It is time to go,
For the water mark has risen
To touch the sea nymph
As sleep of love
Sweet to me probably on the way,
It is time, is it not?
To sleep and die
On watery tide
Reaching a level
To touch the sea nymph?

It is time
To reach the sky
Of your ocean
By a swim,
Like a Seamus dream...

(Note: as a tribute to Sesmus Heaney, dob: 13th april,1939,
passed away: 30th august, 2013)


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