Wine-dark

The sound of the sea As I’m pushed from the pier A crooked glance You fade What hope was left Of fixing broken branches Is gone in a flash In a crash of the waves The salted earth Bleeds its way back to the shore A tide full of loss Wine-dark and coarse What hope was left Of fixing broken branches Is gone, is gone, is gone Please forgive me If I want to tear your house down Please forgive me If I want to drag you down I come up for air Changed in my form I float away Safe in the storm