Hard Winds Blowing

Hard winds blowing 
Across this beach
That we hoped for 
And all of our feelings scattered 
And all of our ships
Sunken for good in the sea 
Of what is not told 

From the masts 
That are breaking 
Loose sails of cambraia 
With each measured stroke attempted 
One less boat
Afloat on the sea 
One more corpse on the beach 

The day never reached
Dies in these changing tides 
And there's always a day ending 
Next to the Sargaço
Spread out to dry 
Next to things
Hmm, that were not made