Lui Collins 1992
The ocean does not cry aloud when she is asked to leave She does not fight the moon’s pull, the tugging on her sleeve The time has come for parting, she’s only just arrived Surrendering to the moon’s pull, the ocean stays alive. The moon, it is her constant call, she rests not in one place No claim on her the shore holds, it but reflects her face A mirror to her visage, she knows herself in love Thus looking outward finds herself – then comes the call from above: Chorus: “Surrender,” the moon calls, “these boundaries are not your own “Surrender,” the moon calls, “and I shall lead you home.” The ocean does not question why she’s drawn from shore to shore She does not ask the Heavens, “Then which do I love more?” For she is not possessed by the west nor by the east Her life is held in mystery, the secrets of the deep. In deepest, darkest waters precious gems of life are born In depths of secret longing the ocean births her own The coral grows beneath the waves, the pearl is forged anew As far below the surface ocean’s beauty reigneth true. The ocean does not cry aloud when she is asked to leave She does not fight the moon’s pull, the tugging on her sleeve And trusting in the parting, and knowing self in love Surrendering to the moon’s pull, the ocean stays alive.