Sailor's dilemma

I've got the sailor's dilemma
When at sea
I long for the land
When ashore, I pine for the sea

The land of trees
draws me out
to its endless moors
and sighing woods

The Atlantic fringe calls
from the far northwest
The ancient fortress
buttressing the ocean

Memories walk
the treelined paths
thereby generating
even more

The open skies call
The wind searches round
The Atlantic thunders
my name

When I return north
the wind in the trees
will call and look round
waiting for me

I've got the sailor's dilemma
When at sea
I long for the land
When ashore, I pine for the sea