A storm is raging outside this autumn
In this land of water.
The trees wrenched from their roots
Fly high and lie broken
Then wasted on the polder.
I pace restless, seeking the high ground.
This land barely clings on
Holding on, maintained by a
Wall of sand.
I head north each time seeking
The frozen calm of winter.
Waiting, for the descent into
Hibernation and ice
But the rivers run even deeper now and flow
Where they have not before
(Daddy can we go and look at
the water again).
And then north to the flat water;
A boat which brought us home
From a far away land,
In Rotterdams waters once again.
Out across the Maas with the waves
A city has never seen so alive
As another storm brews
Tempest within my soul.
Waves break with salt and oil
I taste the sea
I want to taste you once more.