Fey-Song.
Those whose lives come sprung
from the cadence of waves
will understand shanties related
by mariners began as fey-song.
Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known to eyes weathered
by swells and fanciful motion.
Those whose life is water-attuned
gather from storm\'s precocious
mood submarine magic floating
in diverse sea-story music.
Those whose voyage grows safer
by seeking moon-glow picture
ocean-decorum as rabid liquid
molding unpredictable breakers.
Those whose signals use tides
before sky turns to puce get
wisdom to envision granite-bed
wrothing as storm-force rises.
Those whose metal must face
Neptune\'s irresistible strength
will apply mermaid resistance
to keep afloat in high gales.