Leucothea

So far adrift, out of reach from ancient coastline

The waters rose and dragged me into brine

Every wave, crashing like desert thunder

Held under, what seemed miles at the time

The North Winds, blowing angry in all directions

Not a sign of earth to clutch tight

Weighed down, by the burden of immortal garments

I let go, and tossed my clothes out of sight

Then came a bird, that rose beyond the waves above me

I reached out, and touched her wing like a veil

A golden light, surrounded me at every corner