And we turn
We turn we turn we turn 

Time is like the sea that slides us over and under
Rakes us up and down
Along the shores and out again to oblivion

We start with so much roaring fire smoking and choking
We end a sopping-drowned tattered rag
Along the way we leave the scratch marks 
Of our personal desperation – our outcry

The searing scream of a bird of prey
Upon the sky’s thin windways 
Is time’s reminder that it is antipathetic
And inevitable

And we turn 
We turn we turn we turn
We turn

Maybe our quite worn out days
Are the ones that leave our legacy
When the fire is tempered
And the love inside goes unseen

Maybe we learn to appreciate 
The soft cold touch
Of each saltwater spin and roll
Maybe our memories are more potent
Than the life force that acted them

And we turn 
We turn we turn we turn

Will you come back for me and pluck me out
Of the eddy at high tide?
Take my torn fabric remnants home
To keep next to your heart 
Till your life’s end

And we turn 
We turn we turn we turn
We turn

Bury my bones with your bones
When we rest