The Whore and the Sea Part 1

The moon was neither full, nor was it not She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night The waves lapped the shore As a gentle breeze streaked my face Alone by the sea, clouds, the moon and me The easterly winds became stronger Whipping up sand at my feet The gentle sea, turned, Becoming bold and loud as can be It seemed the wind and the sea were holding Each others embrace in tangos graceful dance The sand began to whip my face As the winds become stronger still Before my eyes, the sand itself took shape Slowly taking form before my trembling body Appeared a beautiful woman wearing an angelic shawl All in pure white, staring with a smile at the likes of me She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen I thought to myself, this must be but a dream I told her, you are a princess me lady, and bowed She shyly looked back at me replying “I am no such thing, I am unworthy, and unholy I am dirty and un-pure I am the whore of the sea” I was shocked to hear these words pour forth From such an innocent soft spoken mouth How can this be? You look to be a Royal Queen She answers; my looks deceive, as I have said I am nothing but the whore of this sea” Every sailor and fisherman who ever sailed these waters Have had their wishes with me I have done their biddings for 1000’s of years I appear before you in shame Seeking redemption I walk the shores, tormented by my Bodily sins Have you a name me lady of the sea? “I have none, simply a faceless whore” Of course this must be a dream an illusion How else does sand become such sad beauty? I must be going crazy, hallucinating Sleepwalking? A cold wind, one huge gust Across from the northern skies Slapped me in the face Ice cold clarity This was real, she was real Even the moment was unexplained The shock of it, struck me I stumbled backwards over driftwood Bruised and lying in the sand She ran to me With such concern in her eyes I saw then underneath her sadness I felt her humility and compassion She asked, young man? Are you injured? Can I attend to you? I told her I was fine, a mere slip So to speak Now the winds changed direction again Westerly with utter fierceness tearing the sand Whipped up and slashing my face She simply gazed west Another form appeared before us both A sailor, a pirate, I was not sure at all He looked menacing none the less I asked now who the bloody heck are you? He exclaimed “I am a grand sailor of the seven seas Why I have traveled east and west, North and south There is little I have not seen Little I have not tasted Forbidden fruits, and even as you see Before your very eyes here The whore of the seas standing before thee” She shuddered and moved closer to me As if for protection Of what or how I had no idea I was a mere pawn in this apparition This dance of the universe Beyond all my comprehension I was sure The sailor in a softer soothing voice Ah sorry me lady I meant no offense as to that comment My mouth doesn’t always flow with manners The winds have brought me to your charms Have no alarm Like you, I wander the sea shores 1000’s of years in hell reliving past sorrows I bow to you me lady In despair for tales untold She the whore of the seas As she so called herself A taken aback at his candid admissions She was not all that sure, however She even thought there was a tear in his eyes Here I was, between the sands of time Between two ghosts of ancient ways Yet it was I who seemed invisible As they parleyed back and forth The pirate of hearts was on his knees He begged with his eyes That we all listen to his heart of hearts And I swear to you Theses are the words I heard Lady, tiss true, I had my way with you Those many long lost years ago From that moment on, my heart was broken I left, I traveled, I roamed, I bedded There was no one as you No heart as pure No soul so white No woman so wise No human with your compassionate eyes I longed for you, if only you knew What would a whore want with me? You, who could have any man For gold silver or want I could not cry Nor admit my defeat God forgive me the battles fought To forget the look of you Now here I was, alone on a wind swept shore Listening to the confessions of sand It dawned on me, we came from dust And so shall we one day return As this thought passed The women of the sea spoke back Continued next post