Come, love, where foam wears a crown made of starlight,
where the sea hums a melody spun out of dreams.
The moon waltzes barefoot on tides ever restless,
and the wind whispers secrets it stole from the streams.
I have spun you a song from the breath of the ocean,
stitched it with pearls and the hush of the deep.
The dolphins have danced to the notes of my longing,
the jellyfish glimmer where my sorrows sleep.
I twine through the currents, I weave through the breakers,
a ribbon of longing, a whisper, a wraith.
I sing to the ghosts of lost sailors and lovers,
who answered my call with the hush of their faith.
They answered with sighs as they slipped beneath moonlight,
with hands outstretched to a promise unknown.
They followed the song like a tide-pulled surrender,
hearts spilling their echoes to waters below.
Still, there you stand, where the land meets the never,
feet traced by the waves, yet tangled in sand.
Oh, foolish beloved, the stars know far better;
you were never meant to be bound to the known.
Come tumble, come twirl, come be wild in the water!
Laugh as the minnows slip soft through your hands.
Let go of the weight that the earth placed upon you,
and waltz where the sea writes its love in the sands.
Love is not tethered, nor meant to be quiet,
It leaps like the tide and it sings like the foam!
So dance my beloved, where magic is boundless;
Where shipwrecks are cradled and sirens call home.
For love is not living when love is in waiting,
when longing outlasts even time’s cruel design.
And if you won’t have me in flesh or in waking,
then drown here in dreams…forever in mine.