Only Time

We were once witches of the sea.

Born before the wind.

We’ve navigated oceans over time;

used our voices to tell our stories.

Arraignment for the land folk to tell tales of brave Ulysses.

To be muses.

To make men fall in love with with our songs.

Songs only our children understood

and the ones that men have so below fallen.

We were oh so younger than the sun but not too far older than the sands of time.

We were reincarnated from water as we burnt from fire and grew stronger by the rain, earth and wind.

Water; once our homes were flooded with tales of brave Ulysses.

As our voices were carried off by men

and the slitting of our throats.

Our stories, our voices;

Shipwrecked by islands of golden streets only to return.

Only to return in the water through time.

Only time.