The Sea and me, we long to be
one saline entwined entity
the salt within corrodes and yearns
for the place from whence it came to churn.
The ocean calls it’s kinfolk home
draws deep from marrow, and from bone
she tugs with strengths of lunar tides
my ocean deep, my ocean wide.
When half she turns, and softly waves
bewitched I become by her changing ways,
and when I myself do turn to go
my Sea sheds salty tears of woe.
I may covet dry ground and may stray from her shore
but my ocean knows well that I yearn for her more,
I may thirst for release, and may long to be free
but am anchored eternally unto my Sea.
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