Brielle

There's a hand written note pressed in the door of her screened-in porch

And I am sailing away, recalling that day, miles from shore

She was still wearing white and robin's egg blue; her grandmother's dress

When I left early this year, how I wound up here is anyone's guess

When the new sights grow old, and I start to feel cold, I'll sail home again

Goodbye Brielle, only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams that we knew so well

I'll see you around our dear ocean town

The frozen days we set ablaze send me drifting away

Like a butterfly, you floated by, and now you're alone

I wish I knew when I'll be back again

So until then, I wish you well

My dear Brielle

When the new sights grow old, and I start to feel cold, I'll sail home again...

... Brielle, Sky Sailing