the mistress that's the sea
Singling out trespassers
as they sing a sorry plea
Not a rock she hasn't shifted,
not a shoal she hasn't filled
Obstinate, hard hearted,
suffocating those weak-willed
Calling to the star light,
highlights waving from the moon
Blind obliteration
lest the both of them attune
Part of her very innards,
the only soul that she contains
Seeking out the wayward vessels
a step too close, she preordains
Never scared and never lonely,
trusting in her red and white
A keen eye yet in misty-lens
foghorn hollers overnight
Life upon a grassy edge,
in birds you must confide
With a heart only a Stevenson
could beat with lasting pride
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