"Born For the Sea"

By the light of the moonlit water,

Glistening silver, lays a daughter

Of the world who longs to be

Embraced by the foaming sea.

With skin like shells and windblown hair,

Of the earth, she was most impaired.

Her nails were broken and her fingers worn

By the tide’s wind, her dress was torn,

And yet she waited,

For He-Who-Is-Fated

To embrace her in open arms.

When she tired of the lonely farms,

She leapt down the beaten rocks

And sat by the wooden docks.

This child has saltwater in her veins,

Much to her mother’s disdain.

She cannot ignore the ocean’s call

She feels it in all

Her being.

Everyone knows that someday she’s leaving

To seek the singer of the deep

For who she seeks

To fill her heart with its melody

Which she dotingly

Calls her lover

And there can be no other.

The salt on her lips suits her,

For she was born to be a sailor.