Sailor’s Rest by D.R. Block When my sailing days are over, And I sail the seas no more, I shall build myself a refuge By the ocean’s murmuring shore. As I watch the foaming breakers When the tide comes rushing in, I will contemplate my lifetime With its virtues and its sins. Where the azure of the heavens Meets the undulating blue, Where the sweeping, soaring seagull Flies its endless quest for food. It is there that I would rest, When my work on earth is done, At the endless blue horizon ‘Neath the crimson, setting sun.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.