The source

A wave returning to the sea

When all’s been stated, that ever possibly could be

Time, in its infinite possibility, returns to her sea

Come home to me

I said, what you do you do to yourself, you do to me,

And what I do to myself I do to you, and vice versa,

My heart cries the sea

I’ll not condemn myself and die on the end of today

Come to me, she says, and I, return home to her sea

What I do to you I do to me