A compass of light
The lighthouse sketched in the sea
With a blue kiss
The foam turns into salt.
Sirens and sea horses
Will enchant us with their song.
If we wait together
High tides will ebb
And when we become one
Perhaps they will come to seek us.
For the games of Neptune
The wind got mixed up in the sea.
They are the games of Neptune
Who knows how much must be rowed...