I spring out of the water to get some air and light,
I agitate the ocean, when it fluoresces at night.
I read the minds of sailors as they gaze out to sea,
They long for the dry land, I sense their drowning plea.
We’ve been guiding ships forever, for millennia,
But shippers don’t know why we pass so near.
We know where the threatening rocks lie that can tear ships asunder,
We especially know the storms amid lightning and thunder.
The innocent people trust us when they sleep,
We are the guiding intelligence that pervades the deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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