Your true mother will always be the sea.
She, who created you in her image, with such stunning and endless beauty.
Soft rich clays from her depths, in a place where its warm, is where she made you where you were born.
Molded from that fiery clay perfectly sculpted and shaped,
skin made of the softest silt bed also you were adorn.
Inside your chest beating strong as she,
the heart of the ocean is yours.
With its pulsing tides,
it pushes life through your veins sending your form fluidly into motion,
from the deep it pulls forth to you a cascading pool of emotions.
On the surface your spirit now floats free,
you drift on her currents while she rocks you to sleep.
As you wake and witness your very first dawn, through eyes imbued of liquid blue,
these too, she made just for you.
A drop of water she took, one from each of her tranquil seas,
she placed them lovingly,
around two tiny black pearls collected from somewhere far beneath,
swirled them all together around those little black spheres,
until in them she captured the essence of her existence,
an unimaginable beauty so undeniably pure.
In all of creation never will anything compare.
Looking out now across the morning horizon you can only imagine what life will be.
Full of hope, in a world so new,
with all of the gifts she made just for you!

But you I believe, she made for me...

My heart has always belonged to her,
always has it been, just the sea and me.
She was my first real love,
She was my first true home the place where always I could go and find peace.
She was my best friend, my love, my everything!
I lay on her shores day after day while her playful waves kissed my feet.
I glide through her waters so warm and carefree and pour into her my heart giving her all that is me, it was just us two just me and the sea.
Still, somehow she knew,
no mater how happy I may have seemed,
every night I left her and I went to bed lonely,
Waiting for morning to come,
only able to see her in my dreams.
So for years she thought and she decided her fate,
one day she would give her life and from herself you she would create.
So on the day you came to be,
she sacrificed her life to set herself free.
Free into you.
To roam on land,
Where never before could she move passed the sand.

One day as I lay upon the beach, a wave came and away it swept me.
With her gentle embrace I heard her whisper in my ear,
“don’t worry I’ll keep you safe while I have you here.”
So I lay relaxed as her currents carried me far away,
all the while drifting I can hear her say,
“don’t worry my love I will carry you safe,
soon you will know for the first time my true face.
I’ll carry you swiftly across the seas,
just close your eyes and you will soon wake where I mean you to be.”
I did as I was told and I let my mind fall free,
as I drift on her currents, she rocks me to sleep.
In the early morning I awaken to find I have drifted so far there is nothing in sight.
No land, no birds, no not even fish,
to the end of the world I must have drift.
But then, on the horizon I see,
a bright spark of blue in the golden morning light,
and in my ear she whispers telling me “go.”
I swim as fast as I can to the distant sight,
towards the unknown.
Soon a figure comes into view as closer I approach.
Almost to you, now I see,
unbelievably in front of me stands an angel on the sea.
One final time her voice calls to me
“Take her hand for she is my daughter.
She is made of the sea, all of the best parts of me.
Never again, not for a single moment,
will you ever have to be lonely.
My last gift to you who has loved me so true.
Love her as you have loved me and forever I am with you!”
And with those last words I took her hand into mine,
and as we looked for the first time,
into the others eyes,
We found in them the love we shared
Our love for eachother that came from the Sea!