A kite above a graveyard grey
At the end of the line far far away
A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe.

Oh, how beautiful it used to be
Just you and me far beyond the sea
The waters, scarce in motion
Quivering still.

At the end of the river the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveller rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes.

Good journey, love, time to go
I checked your teeth and warmed your toes
In the horizon I see them coming for you.

The mermaid grace, the forever call
Beauty in spyglass on an old man`s porch
The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears.