Love-child of the moon and ocean,
starred with phosphorescence, gleams
where quicksilver currents run
with August's whale migration streams:
born to live in ceaseless motion,
hounded by barbaric schemes,
on the cusp where Maui's dreams
hunt cloudy krill and nomad sun...
Old gods of the Maori sea,
guard your new cetacean daughter,
lovelier than Aphrodite
rising from the foam-flecked water;
laved in the moon's translucent balm,
may she journey free from harm...
Love-child...
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2004
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