Seven moonlit tears I cried
Tides collided in my eyes
Waves can wound a moonlit shore,
But they can’t hurt me anymore
Tangled in my mother’s hair
Currents combed my bones bare
Her currents swirled though my ribs
Spinning seaweed to selkie skin
Ashore I dance the sacred night
A surging wave of pale moonlight
A seal-spun daughter of the tides
Never again a captive bride