The One of the Sea

Of the sin and the skin,
chasing me like my tail,
to rid myself of me.

Come to save me from me,
let me be not of me,
for this sin in my skin
does not become me;
the One of the Sea.

I have picked all the pearls,
beaded them in the grain,
cut the weeds from my feet,
built a shelter from the rain;
lost my soul of the Sea.

Ships wave from afar,
to the lighthouse on the shore,
we have parted it seems;
the One and the Sea.
Of the sin and the skin,
come rid me of me.