shh ... gently, gently
when you know where the rocks are
you can swim around them;
when it’s raining and the sea is empty,
and the winter blues of an icy sea
are turning my knees blue to cheer me;
when the stormy sea snarls,
talk it down,
pat it sit - sit still;
sing to it in its shallows, sing
of your love for these rare days;
it will roll over with you,
and you’ll be lost in no time,
no time at all.
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