Tides - Eivør

Seven moonlit tears I cried

Tides collided in my eyes

Waves can wound a moonlit shore

But they can’t hurt me anymore

Tangled in my mother’s hair

Currents combed my bones bare

Currents swirled through my ribs

Spinning seaweed to selkie skin

Ashore I dance the sacred night

A surging wave of pale moonlight

A seal-spun daughter of the tides

Never again a captive bride