She came ashore,
still glistening and wet
from the sea, shared her drink
and showed me symbols
of mysterious things
and stones and shells, she laughed
and I laughed
with her.

Not wanting her to leave,
I took her to my hearth.
She spoke, I could not understand,
when I spoke, she smiled,
but made no reply.

She drew lines in the earth
to show me her home,
from whence she came, across the sea,
she held her heart
open for me.

We sat together deep into the night,
but weary from her journey,
her songs faded, and now
in a cloud of stars
she sleeps,

and while she sleeps,
I tend our hearth.