The sea is never still. 
It pounds on the shore 
Restless as a young heart, 
The sea speaks 
And only the stormy hearts 
Know what it says: 
It is the face 
of a rough mother speaking. 


The sea is young. 
One storm cleans all the hoar 
And loosens the age of it. 
I hear it laughing, reckless. 
They love the sea, 
Men who ride on it 
And know they will die 
Under the salt of it 


Let only the young come, 
Says the sea. 
Let them kiss my face 
And hear me. 
I am the last word 
And I tell 
Where storms and stars come from.