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Sea Spirit
The Boatman calls to me; I have no coin to pay his fee
The lighthouse shines so brightly; its beacon comes too late for me
I'm lost at sea; forever lost, I wait for thee
The sea gulls call; their gleaming eyes see right through me
They sing my song; their haunting cries sing out for me
I'm lost at sea; forever lost, I wait for thee
The Boat has gone; the ships have all returned to shore
They search no more; I'm lost, yet they look for me no more
I'm all at sea; forever lost, I wait for thee
The waves took me; now they bear my flesh to shore
I swim no more, against the current rough and raw
But it's not me; no, it's no longer me
For I am the spirit of the sea; I am the mist, the spray, the foam
I am the ghostly sea; I am the haunting sea
Bound for all eternity to be a spirit of the sea
I'm lost at sea; forever lost I wait for thee
When will you come to me...to join the spirits lost at sea?
by Marie Bruce
Sea Spirit first published in my book The Witch's Almanac 2011
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