Daughter of the sea he called her,
Called her through the running sands,
Sands of time were passing over,
Passing through his naked hands.
On the sands her feet were falling,
Falling through the groundless place,
She could not hear him gently calling,
Calling out from some lost space.
There upon the rock she waited,
Waited blindly for love to come,
She did not see that she was naked,
Naked her bleeding heart so young.
Across the water deep and swollen,
Came his voice so rich and golden,
She listened to him softly praying,
She cupped her hands and he came near.
Then from out the waves he surfaced,
Came from out the rushing waters,
Came from down beneath the sea,
Boldly she longed to hold him there.
Seaweed hung around his body,
Shells were woven through his hair,
She could see his hands were waiting,
Waiting for the whispering waves.
He took her heart so gently bleeding,
Bleeding on the ocean floor,
He held it tightly, held it softly,
Squeezed it until it bled no more.
Down they went, they went so deeply,
Down into the cave of mystery,
She immersed herself in potion,
Magic delights consumed their brains.
Ecstasy was a firm embrace,
The ocean heaved and thundered,
Swollen they roared and crashed,
Come now be one with me at last.