Everyday I fear her.� She can take you away
In a heartbeat
Like so many husbands and sons before.
�Our Lord made her, painted her upon
this Earth to stay for all time.
And none shall task her for her many crimes.�
She gives life and she takes life, all power
And immense beauty.��
So very ancient beyond our ken.�
She is the shadow in my nightmare, my darkest fear,
But I know she can't have you when
you are here.��
�Every Sunrise sees you to her very heart.� Her call
Is wild, as old as time.
And many men will follow.
So go to your mistress, your second love.� I will be here when
You return, and glad of it.
And thankful prayers I shall say.��
I wonder will she be kind to you today and offer up her gifts.
Or will the clear sky I watch fill with darkening clouds?
Will her breath mingling with this gentle breeze
skip across the miles
And whisper of her wrath to come?��
All day I will wait, until she and you are done.�
When she has given to you from her pregnant belly and showed today a smile,
never trust her dearest;� She has but showed her wiles.
Her face is that of many, her emotions are but few.
A beautiful mistress of deceit, she lulls,
and enchants men like you.���
I am one of the�many� fishermens wives fearing
everyday that takes you away,�one of the many
�looking up at the skies that mirror her face.
For she is the womb of this very earth
filled with more secrets than the far flung stars,
and life; so much life she holds�But there within, Death also has a home.��