Alone, blown out to sea, this is what had to be.
Toes barely on your shore, I feel the bottom no more.
Alone against the tide, taking me far and wide.
Feeling each pull away, knowing just what you'd say.
Against the current tread; without you live instead.
Love so deep and wide, unable to withstand the tide.
Oh, moon and gentle wind, so long we were true friends.
I followed not your course, blame you not this day.
Instinct, was not the key, desire my enemy.
Fighting energy spent, riptide became my friend.
Oh dazzling ball of fire, bleach vision from my eyes!
Salty sea, dissolve my flesh! Cleanse, said I.
Drift away from white beaches, beyond the wave's spray.
Out where gulls seldom fly, swells and dolphins play.
New friends far beyond the tide, share their tales with me.
We bartered worthy tales for free, upon the emerald sea.
Spicy tales of days gone by were a surprise from the crab,
But all were galvanized by the deep, haunting song of the whale.
Many stories, long and tall, were told by every one and all.
After a pause, my turn had come, unconciously I did recall.
Of the grace and beauty of the Princess of the lake-land.
Our meeting, of courtship, and the soft touch of her hand.
Of her wonderful, musical voice, and healing, loving ways.
Her gentle company, warmer than the Stream.
Her smile was the best of favors visited on this humble man,
Brighter than the sun, reward wrapped in a longing look.
Such memory stirred new currents before me,
Born of amused and understanding creatures of the sea.
From dawn to red dusk we amused ourselves each day,
Yet by night, dreary, following their course was not my way.
And then time to myself, to float in blackness among the waves.
One chance to find a dream of you, or imagine you there.
I picture you, in unknown places, as memories drift by.
Walking, in the twilight breeze, do you ever think of me?
I might still share your dreams, if only you'd search for me.
Or feel my warm caress, when the ocean kisses your steps.
Is my tale not told, in shapes of old driftwood?
Or in the sound of shells? Have the gulls naught to tell?
I still do dream, about the stillness of night, with you next to me,
Yet awaken to the sounds of the deep and the caress of sea.
Oh mighty force of life, finally I do succumb to thee.
Only Neptune himself, could have such way with me.
Alas, I am no more. No shore, no hope, no all.
There is this mighty, salty sea of tears, where no ships call.