Wrote this today, with Neptune's guidance.



Father Neptune, king of tides
your fist shakes the earth-
Maelstroms your dark hair,
corals your bones fair-
You stir with trident the passionate seas,
And calm the swells to a lover's breeze-

Your stallions flecked with foam
charge the shore with abandon-
Your call sets every storm to ride,
and in your belly demons glide,
Let your cerulean heart turn here,
and blow this raging storm to clear.

-Jill, 2005

Today I burned myrrh in his honor and thanked him for his influences and challenges.