The Enceladic Sea (My Ocean)

She looked down at the sea...
The sea that she loved...
The sea that she feared...

And she knew that all of those that loved her,
They were her ocean;
A sea of invisible faces,
A great and terrible thing that could drown her,
Or be her greatest savior,
Always providing shelter from the storms...

And she knew that her enemies were the storms,
Causing trouble wherever they arose;
Yet she also knew that the monsoons
As they passed sullenly overhead,
Were the reason she was so wrong...

And she knew that he was the ship,
Carrying her safely to her destination;
Rocking and swaying on the ocean's currents,
Taking her wherever she wished to go,
So that all she had to do
Was to simply make the wish...

And she knew that their love made the sails,
Guiding her wherever she needed to be;
Enveloping her in soft canvass,
Shielding her from the weight of the world,
Protecting her as a shielden cocoon,
Whenever she needed to escape...

And she knew that her dreams were the wind,
Billowing and whispering sweetly to her;
Playing like music in her ears,
Guiding her as the stars in the night sky,
Ensuring that she would never lose her way...

And she knew that He was the Devil,
Torturously tempting her to do evil;
And she knew that she really loved him...
Because...
She let him go.