Yearning

Where the sea
and the distant mountains
are my horizon
in the islands

The trees
line the boundary
of my line
of sight here

The sea
ripples
glistens
ever moving

The trees
sigh and stir
in the slightest wind
leaves rustling

The lighthouse
now winks
far far away
across a darkened sea

The sun rises
through trees
no mountains
east of here

It'll be a while yet
before my steps
head northwest
to the land on the edge

Home is there
Home is here
I'm like a sailor
always yearning

Always yearning
for where I am not
for the trees
when by the sea

Always yearning
for where I am not
for the sea
when with the trees