Woman of the water
She sits underneath the waves
As they greet the shore excitedly
She calmly waits, she waits

I see her every day, sitting in her chair
The setting sun nestling in her hair
And without moving she beckons me to stay there
And without a word, we speak

And with her now I sleep
In the waters, ever deep
The rising and falling of her chest
Relaxing me as we rest
Her head nestled calmly on my breast
And without a word we observe tranquility