Rolls the waves, to touch the feet, long
his gaze does seek, ever for that betraying flash, of lady in retreat.
The sun greets Him every day, as words He sings so low, words of
longing,passion and pain, such He'll never know, for come she won't, His heart is sure,
away she'll ever swim, liking not the shore, and He the terror of the deeps,soul seeking
more.
The moon will set, upon His face, His vigil at an end, with the
sun will come, His failing breath, loneliness ne'er mend, a cry of anguish, for that not
grasped, echoes over the waves, He lays him down, eyes full of her, as she stinging rocks
does brave, keening cry of hearts deep loss, she cries upon this shroud, never did he come
with nets or prod, to tame the selkie proud.
Love He wished, for all His life, a gift from her heart to His,
but fear had kept them both apart, patience turning ill, a smile creased His face in joy,
as her kiss did take His lips, and with that joy, He did sleep, and part the shining
mists, bereft the storms mirrored her pain, bent low and crouched, her hair did fall in
grieving shame, for all she had not vouched, slipping softly, she cursed the Gods, and
slowly sank her down, to find shark or hunters spear, perhaps to slowly drown, but there a
call, from far away, a soul did speak to her, she swam first slow, then eagerly, seeking
all anew.
Taste on the waters faint, the taste upon her lips, and there she
found the gift of Gods, newmade selkie Man.
Joy and tears of happiness, did salt place in that sea, roiling
touching gentle joy, matched by hard hard need, He took her there, below the waves, with
gentle loving force, to rythyms deeper than the land bound womans course, and far across
the worlds deep place, their keening sped away, smiles all the dwellers found, happy for
that day, never again would He wait, and she not fear, they gifted each with selkie skin,
and loved on rocks so near, His selkie and her Selkie Man, they roam the waves at will,
and if you look, upon the shore, perhaps you'll see them still..she and her Lord, of
heart, mind ..and will.
© Copyright April 1998,
Loresinger
