Your hand upon my back.
Your skin had roughened to the sun
its kiss upon your breath.
The sea had spun its way with you
the waves ride in your eyes.
The blue fills up the swell of you
a friend along your side.
The shock that's graced upon your head
your strength it anchors naught.
For men who've stood before ye
no greater battle fought.
Your speak dives deep to part the sea
No haven on the brine.
Lo stand do I and breathe before ye
At first your eyes met mine.