Father, the tide drank
Your footsteps from the sand.
And now you dwell
in the lips of the sea.
Your essence of blue water,
Marine body, color of light,
Tinges the fibers of my spirit.
And I am,
What you are, strands
Of thread from your loom.
I am woven within you
As you are sewn within me.
I am within your footprints,
Liquified,
In the soul of the sea.