She is Like the Sea

A woman is very much like the sea
There is always so much more to her than man
will ever know or see
She moves and swells rhythmically, alluringly, seductively
Powerfully unstoppable and unrelenting

In her eye is reflected the breadth of the skies
and the depth of the oceans
Within those depths are mysteries which men will
never see or even hope to understand
Mysteries to entwine and confound a man

It is purely arrogance of man to think that either
can be conquered in any sense of the word
In vessels of wood, steel, and other fiber he sets sail
In vain attempts to tame, to control, to prevail
He thinks that he has won

She is just as temperamental and quick to change as the seas
At one moment she is warm, welcoming rolling
Heaving with you and rising with pleasure and joy
Sustaining you with love and life
Enraptured, you are, like a school boy

Without warning, the moment is gone, the storm has come
The warmth is gone and the harbor is cold
The waves crash without ceasing, without mercy
Every little chink and crack is forced apart
She gets inside and finds your heart


Very much, she is like the sea
Very much her eyes reflect the sky

Very much like the curves and lines of her body
With a strong and steady hand, with respect
She will embrace you, this woman, like the sea

(C) Marc Trepanier 2016