I conquer dreamers’ hearts and minds.
I conquer conquerors.
I know the magic to spellbind
the darkest sorcerers.
It’s dim and cozy in my soul.
At core I’m tender.
I rule my sea from shore to shore
in sweet surrender.
My waves run by in blissful motion
but I love danger.
I favour with discrete devotion
My waters know the cruel wars
of dying cultures;
the tragic drowning of lost souls
in search of fortune.
I know that humans are not bad.
They act from fear,
but fear is the biggest threat.
It nurtures evil.
My sea is made for love and sailing,
and happy living at the coast.
I beg you: stop the nasty reigning
over what was never yours.