Tides
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Seven moonlit tears I cried
Tides collided in my eyes
Waves can wound a moonlit shore
But they can't hurt me anymore
Tangled in my mother's hair
Currents combed my bones bare
Her currents swirled through my ribs
Spinning seaweed to selkie skin
Ashore I dance the sacred night
A surging wave of pale moonlight
A seal-spun daughter of the tides
Never again a captive bride
