And at the end of my journey,
I stood and watched the sea,
"Come", whispered Thassa,
"Come sail away on me."

"For you I will be slave", she said.
"On me you will be free."
"Come", whispered Thassa,
Come sail away on me.

"I cannot", I whispered softly,
"For I am not alone,
I have my land and holdings,
"From them I cannot roam".

And as the sea birds chattered,
and chased off to and fro,
I pondered all the reasons,
why it was I could not go.

While sweet Thassa murmured in my ears;
rolled up and kissed my feet,
I noticed behind, were missing,
my footsteps on the beach.

"You do not need to return", she said.
"You do not need the land."
"You do not need but what I can give,
come to me,  and be my man."

"No," I answered softly,
"you do not understand."
"You could never be my slave,
And I, never, your man."

And at the end of my journey, 
I stand and watch the sea.
And lo, the mighty Thassa,
speaks, no more, to me.

Copyright 1999 Bear-/THE GOREAN VOICE