Home by Sea
If I go back, may it be by sea,
In a mahogany boat, with strong winds.
Returning to a place I once knew,
A place simultaneously old, and new.
When I go back, may my boat travel soft,
Soft like the city my memory held
While I traveled distant lands, so far
From home, so different from my youth.
May the corners of my home, be still
In time, and true to my recollection.
And when I return, they recognize me
As I recognize them.
The city ages, and so do I,
And from the distance I can see, we both
Have changed. Years passed,
And each day we grow apart.
So, if I go back, may it be by sea.
In an old mahogany boat, not too old,
And with my memory intact,
So we can recognize each other, at last.