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 --- Rung By the Tide - Alison Moyet