A Toast to the Sea

For thee, my Lord, for thee

I say here's to the Sea! 

Easy to lure yet impossible to keep,  

She will take the bait but not the hook. 

Holding the bits of fisherman's hearts

and sailor's souls in her deepest depths,

you must understand

her tide must turn and turn it will. 

It will turn the world around,

sometimes leaving too soon

and others lingering too long

leaving salt sores on the skin

and a terrible thirst for more.

Broken down doors and 

half drowned wretches gasping for air.  

The Sea, with her mermaids and sirens

taking the bait with her big fish, mermaids and flighty birds

leaving the hook for the heartbroken. 

I say here's to the Sea!

Easy to lure yet impossible to keep, 

She will take the bait but not the hook.

So I say to thee, you must understand  

her tide must turn and turn it will, 

and it will turn the world around. 

But there is a time and there is a place,  

for what may seem to some like a fragment of time,

and to some like forever  

the Ocean may be held in the palm of your hand.