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
Continues after the ad
Ashore I dance the sacred night
A surging wave of pale moonlight
A seal-spun daughter of the tides
Never again a captive bride