The sea is a mother too
Her compassion depthless.
She absorbs equally Man’s sins and venerations,
Gives them sufficient place to settle,
And covers them impartially
With her vast blue mantle.
The sea is a little girl too
Her tender waves dance at my feet.
Teasing me again and again,
She drags at my hand.
And then uncontrollably giggles
As I fall flat on the sand.
The sea is a temptress too
Beckoning you to enter.
As her waters close over your head,
Her magic unfolds and you are mesmerized.
What wonderful life within her resides!
The sea is an impetous woman too
Piqued at imagined insults.
Tumultous and stormy,
With boiling breakers that
Crash, flood, thundering her rage.
Churlish and monstrous in image.
The sea is a tender woman too
Placid, rippling like silk.
She murmurs gently
Her saga of many million years.
Transactions of birth and death.
You can smell them in her breath!
The sea is a witch too
Borrowing lunar wizardry.
Hushed, she spills across the land
Shimmering, a molten mirror
Capturing a thousand moons.
Dormant yet powerful in her boons.
The sea is a wife too
Faithfully tied to the sky
With a thin intangible string,
Their ageless dance in tandem.
Each reflecting the other’s moods,
Tenderness tinged attitudes.
The sea preserves and destroys too.
She is fecund, recreates, gives life.
She is Yin and Yang.
A deity wielding the righteous blade
Ruthless to demonic malignancy.
Immutable battles are her compulsion,
Justify her existence; her dimension.