Upon the headlands of the shore,
does the sea not lay down her love
with heavy poundings, pulse and roar?
I see her face, amid the wild windblown foam,
smiling in the setting sun, wet limbs flashing,
a mass of golden hair flying in a milky froth.
And where her foot touches dry sands,
flowers bloom, garlands rise in joy
to clothe her form, and the earth is reborn.
Natures bride spreads her sweet force divine,
rising to the evening hush, upon this sere world
to spread wide her fertile abundance and bounty.
White Goddess, your soft feminine light
does nourish the seeds with a damp heat.
Gift of the sea, my irresistable, desirable Venus.
Hope you enjoy the counterpoint, Queenannie38