Today, The Sea (Anja's Song)

You are not wrong, who deem
 That my days have been a dream;
 yet if hope has flown away
 in a night, or in a day,
 in a vision, or in none,
 is it therefore the less gone?
 All i ever had just fades away,
 the only memory left, is of our special day.
 I stand amid the roar
 of a surf-tormented shore
 and I hold within my hand
 grains of the golden sand.
 How few! yet how they creep
 through my fingers to the deep,
 while I weep, while I weep!
 
 My dear! can I not grasp
 them with a tighter clasp?
 My dear! can I not save
 one from the pitiless waves?
 But the only one i really need to save,
 while struggling with the ruthless waves,
 from drowning in these endless shores
 is this one important grain of yours.