the sea calls me home.
first with a breath of salt on the wind,
and the cry of the gulls on the air.
the roaring of waves fill my ears,
and the song of the dolphins and the whales,
leaping from crest to crest of the swell.
silver ships bore us away,
and now ride abreast of the storm.
the foam flies like clouds,
and the water clear as glass,
and perhaps the evening star
smiles from his own ship,
mirthful to see us return, while the voices rise from the deep.
the women of the ocean climb up through the blue,
and the kelp twines through their branching hair,
while the king of the water toys with the tides.
they are sighing and singing to us, rain in the desert,
while our kindreds wave from white shores
tears like fabled jewels shine down our cheeks.
at last we are home.