No soul saw it come by
Even mine was stricken blind.
A force, a will, a titan's wrath
Endless, quiet and never kind.
I gazed at it unknowingly
And rode it in my stride.
I felt it through my fingertips
As though it were my bride.
The deep woods by their silence
Heralded its coming;
Dear mother by her cries and pain
Ensured its summoning.
Now with undying sorrow
my lips beg your mercy.
I shall be with you no more
Once I become the sea.
01/12/2010
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