Sea-Spray Hunter ©

Where Mercury burns dying surf,
I dreamt of you from
the marrow feeding
my Earth,
to the four
angles of the Deep;
where Neptune
strips his nudity around
thin mist,
I rang you from
our ocean edge, between
two tides and silver
aves.
I drowned our sense of sullenness,
engulfed inside my alpha
sail, at the foot of
a Giant's rock.
My destiny, blown off its trail,
shattered for good
hearts shaped in glass,
like a life buoy left
to the wind.
Sea-spray hunter,
your soul scrapes songs
in lonely stars
and calling
waves,
under the
might of its
rigging.