the deep blue sea is my attire,
I wear the depth I so desire
crashing waves make up my gown
bejeweled brine adorns my crown
my sleeves are trimmed with gentle grace
I sleep under the moon’s embrace
through fingers of a hand I’ll slip,
yet on my shoulders, hold a ship
I am the tide, I come and go
I keep my secrets down below
a current rushes through my veins
my flux cannot be caught in chains
midst calm and rage, I’m never still
I hold the power of free will
I’m partly still a mystery
look out to sea,
and you’ll find me