Beacon in the surf
breaker of the restless
sea, a fruitless
perseverance, woman
in one piece, sculpted

fire from primal
that moves the wind
which blows the water
to the earth
and feeds

the crops that feed us
primal that feeds the fire
the tacking eye of light
that sometimes reflected
and fragmented, hidden

and missed in mist
is full of tears
for the ships
at her feet
broken