Water-Attuned.

 

 

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.