Today, The Sea (Anja's Song)

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All I ever had just fades away,

The only memory left, is of our special day.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand.

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep, while I weep!

My dear! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

My dear! can I not save

One from the pitiless waves?

But the only one i really need to save,

While struggling with the ruthless waves,

From drowning in these endless shores

Is this one important grain of yours.