The lady of the Sea, 
I have often searched the shores for her, 
Moonstones dangling from her ears, 
Pearls around her neck, 
Her blue and grey robe made from the colours of the waves,
She is there, I know it, 
Only now though I realise, 
She won’t walk along the beach to find me, 
I must find her, 
Where my body meets her voluptuous curves, 
Where her rhythm moves me to the steps of her watery dance,
Where her ice cold touch reawakens life in me, 
That is where I find her. She is there. She is the sea. 
Our rhythms connect and there she is, in me.