Waves

Long did I stand as a priest,
an apostle to my goddess
Raven haired and pink full lips,
yet pernicious as the sea
Good and calm gentle waves,
that lapped against my weary heart
But in a moment a sudden gale,
and a storm cruel and terrible
But I remain unbent unbowed,
the storm could not break me
I still search for those calm waves,
for my goddess the deep blue waters
I will not crawl upon my knees,
I refuse to be a beast to lap at puddles
She will stretch out upon the horizon,
the woman who I will worship
And I will sail her for all my days,
to plumb the depths and reach each shore
I still dream of those gentle waters,
I wonder if they dream of me