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 themany 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.
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