High atop the waves, over looking the world apart
she stands with tender hands, ready to caress Seas Heart
calming the storm, riding the waves
water will sound, hiding in the tiniest caves
echoes through night, to hear his masters voice
his head held high, nudging her lovely choice
until the morning breaks, the dew breaks over the ocean
the salt as thick as thieves, while the waves are roaring like a locomotion ...

Rose, an offspring of beauty and strength,
skies of fire and burn from afar and add quite a length
floods of water racing over the top
head pounding like fire, what a flop
burning sensations of the salt
to the tongue taste like malt
Rose pulled and prodded what a enchanted fairly was she
Seas Heart raged back neighing, a free spirit was he
trying to find their home once again
their copulation coming to a glorious end.

Debbie Brooks 2014