what lays between

what lays between

white capped peaks appear then go

cresting mountains blue and green

with prayers that triton’s spear won’t show

we cross what lays between

 old skalds tell of the tempest’s wrath

this realm no man’s to own

if careless of the swell and trough

you’ll reap the seeds you’ve sewn

with wary looks cast overboard

caulked timbers flex and cry

and oaths that seek divine accord

entreat the leaden sky

I promise I’ll go between no more

I’ll not sail again I swear

but then I itch to leave the shore

to once more be out there

so I’ll live in fear of her cold embrace

of the pull and her sway over me

when she calls my name with guileful grace

my mistress of the sea