she of the sea,

she spoke to me

her hair a tangle of green



"don't hold your breath,

there's just moments left,"

her hands on my throat, unseen



a sparkle of light

blooms deep in the night

tempting the sailors astray

deep eddies flow

depths charted, unknown

and the ocean keeps secrets till May




but sunrise is east and despite dark rocky seas there are showers of light to behold

the sun calls its kind back into the shine and the life under blue skies grows bold