I stand here
The dog-eared rock
Juts out infront

Who is walking, who?
Who is sailing, along?
Who am I, here?

To save, but the words
From the mouth, o' the River
That have not yet reached 

"Yet", said the Sea
Speaking simply 
"You're still, standing here" 

I stay, trying to move
To run, to return
To a fixed point, that keeps streching out

I am a house, but not a home
If I bend my back and touch my toes
I could look like one

I'll need to make some room and let you in 
To feel like one
So for now

I stand with my back to the town
The amber of its life 
Tries to warm it

"Yet"

It cannot, in the same way, the Sun does
The one I look forward to
Every morning.