Quietly she mutters    
Skipping on the retreating froth,
Like a butterfly flutters
After a moth.

Give her the sea,
And she will return with the storm
Spreading terror and beauty
Since the day she was born.
How far she treaded,
No-one knew
With little ornaments embedded,
Some old and some new.

With each breath, she is restored
Gently swaying past the damp shore.    
Wuthering in agony
She destroys the boat
With seawater being her friend,
brings all life to an end.    

She touches the face
Of the ******* the beach
She fills her arms with an embrace,
It was her she had to reach.

Jasmine Dar