Shearwater - Meridian
 In the burning days
 Of unnatural light
 I took a long drive
 Into the evening
 On the barracks road
 past the generals' eyes
 down to the seawall
 where the waves stand by
 The enormous lull
 then the roar in the sky
 and then the searchlights
 over the airfield
 And over the ocean
 winging low
 I saw the first wave
 and the flares that fall
 like fireflies
 on the islands
 In the boom and swell
 from the waves to the heights
 reverberations
 of our old lives
 Like a golden bell
 that would ring through the night
 and then the front moves
 and we raise our eyes
 in the silence of the island