Rung By The Tide

Slip me into a simmering sea

Let salt water suck on me

Far out from an august shore

No reach of arm may sway my hips

Nor mute my song with fingertips

Gone I shout as best I please

And no-one comes at all

From vespers to the matins call

This stillness suits me best of all

No more to thunder in your hall

Or sing your brothers in

Salute me sentry hollyhock

Exploding dandelion clock

In wisps of mist on crumpled rock

An ending to begin