Come Back Like the Sea

When the long day goes by

And I do not see your face,

The old wild, restless sorrow

Steals from its hiding place.

My day is barren and broken,

Bereft of light and song,

A sea-beach bleak and windy

That moans the whole day long.

To the empty beach at ebb tide,

Bare with its rocks and scars,

Come back like the sea with singing,

And the light of a million stars.