The Sea

The sea is scary, the sea is sad
always going and coming back to -
the secret place where she takes
our dead and scours them clean.

The Selkie, sings the sweetest song as
she fills the sails with her breath of storm.
Her sweet song thralls, the seabirds swoop,
Her lovers, she beckons like fish for food.


The song sings on where the sea’s plates
crack, and groan and shift,
deep and dark in the current's drift.
While the sea is scary, the sea is sad,
it's always taking, yet gifting back.