The Sea, the Sea
Long ago now, six years past, a man said unto me;
āWatch the great horizon of the sea,ā said he, said he.
āA woman comes, she seeks a light, a candle in the dark.
Itās her you want to watch, sheās got a bite, not just a bark.
Sheāll take the best of what you are, sheāll leave you dead and drowned.
Sheāll wring you dry and cast the rest aside deep down, deep down.ā
He didnāt speak much further, left me hanging with those words.
I had myself, the wind, the sea, the calling of the birds.
I looked out off the coastline with his warning in my ear
Today a woman stands upon the waves; āCome here, come hereā.
I stepped offshore, her voice was soft, her hands were softer still.
The waves closed overhead with my last words; āI will, I will.ā











