The girl from the sea

He never knew how to talk to her,

He neither listened nor did she talk much.

She has known him for as long as she lived,

Or did she feel alive the second they met

Neither of them cared to know.

The voyage felt like eternities.

They left the shore young and clumsy

And would set foot again only when they felt wise enough.

Brought back to life by the cold.

Like wrinkly old friends they would spend the next sojourn on land thinking about the past

He never really led the way,

Nor would she follow.

The time she spent on earth was brief

So she learned to read the stars,

At times when they were lost,

 the sky would swell its blue belly offering the brightest stars to their lost eyes

She sheepishly returned their gaze

But didn't trust them.

The earth try to lure her as well,

She liked the earth,

It was safe but it was not hers anymore.

They both hoped to be the rescuer of her sunken pleas,

She wished that it would be that easy.

 But She trusted only one,

The one that she held deep anchored,

The sea.

The sea could only feel the numbness of her soul

But would never let her drift away.

She was calm and soothing.

She knew how well to stroke the sea,

She was the only one to have tamed the sea…

It took a million lives for the sea to finally be tamed

As it took her whole life to answer the call of the mist…

The village never really knew where she ended and where the waves started

But from now she was known as ‘the girl of the sea’.

There she was,

smelling like crayfish,

Her hair clumped by the salty wind,

Her skin burnt by the sun,

Her lips bruised by the saltiness of the water.

There she was,

Her body would often be found amidst the sand,

Tasted by the waves relishing on her remaining.

She would often be found gazing into the abyssal water

and it, gazing back,

Tempting her,

Shining in her eyes,

The waves roaring in her ears,

She wanted to taste the sea once again,

Dipping one toe,

It was the warmest that her skin ever hoped to be,

Finally she plunged…

 

And that was how most of their voyages started.

The sea would never share her with those commons.

Therefore it would often be the sea and herself roaming in search,

The sea never believed that the search would come to an end,

And that was reassuring to him.

He never bothered looking for anything anyway,

He only ventured to be next to her,

He learned to love her company

And as bewildering as it seems he renounced to his freedom.

He found a sense of belonging to this bloated dark skinned girl,

The girl from the sea,  finally broken by the waves.