No Longing For Home

The hour was young
And fields of golden sun
Were dancing in your eyes

With no longing for home
Or the sky or the waters
That river with life under the stars

Fly, fly, free of tomorrow
Fly, fly, free of the holy hollow

The night was done
And the sea now burdensome
Was retreating to elegize 

There, lay garlands of flowers
Drawn from its waters
Gardened under the stars 

Fly, fly, free of tomorrow
Fly, fly, free of the holy hollow