~ Song of the Wave XVII – Khali

The strong shore is my beloved, And I am his sweetheart.  We are at last united by love, and  Then the moon draws me from him. 

I go to him in haste and depart  Reluctantly, with many  Little farewells.

  I steal swiftly from behind the  Blue horizon to cast the silver of  My foam upon the gold of his sand, and  We blend in melted brilliance.

I quench his thirst and submerge his  Heart; he softens my voice and subdues  My temper. 

At dawn, I recite the rules of love upon  His ears, and he embraces me longingly. 

At eventide, I sing him the song of  Hope, and then print soft kisses upon  His face; I am swift and fearful, but he  Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful.

His  Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.

As the tide comes, we caress each other.

When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in  Prayer. 

Many times have I danced around mermaids  As they rose from the depths and rested  Upon my crest to watch the stars;

Many times have I heard lovers complain  Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh. 

Many times have I teased the great rocks  And fondled them with a smile, but never  Have I received laughter from them;

Many times have I lifted drowning souls  And carried them tenderly to my beloved  Shore.

He gives them strength as he  Takes mine.

Many times have I stolen gems from the  Depths and presented them to my beloved  Shore.

He takes them in silence, but still, I give fro he welcomes me ever.

In the heaviness of night, when all  Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I  Sit up, singing at one time and sighing  At another.

I am awake always.

Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!  But I am a lover, and the truth of love  Is vital.

I may be weary, but I shall never die.

~ Song of the Wave XVII – Khali