Sea Butterfly

Her hair is an untamed ocean,
roaring waves,
currents carrying memories and dreams.

A ship sails on her waves,
the ship of destiny,
steady in the storm,
following the whisper of her breath.

She blows,
and the breeze becomes dawn.
It is not wind, it is guidance.
It is not just sea, it is goddess.

The ship moves forward,
because her breath
is the promise
of a new horizon.