august winds

when august winds are turning

the fishing boats set out upon the sea

i watch 'til they sail out of sight

the winter follows soon

i watch them drawn into the night

beneath the august moon. no one knows i come here

some things i don't share

i can't explain the reasons why

it moves me close to tears

or something in the season's change

will find me wandering here. and in my public moments

i hear the things i say but they're not me

perhaps i'll know before i die

admit that there's a reason why

i count the boats returning to the sea

i count the boats returning to the sea. and in my private moments

i drop the mask that i've been forced to wear

but no one knows this secret me

where albeit unconsciously

i count the boats returning from the sea

i count the boats returning from the sea.