I’ve been grabbed and snatched

I've been grabbed and snatched

by your strong tidal flow.

There are riptides on your beach.

I just didn't know.

Now I'm adrift on Your sea

but I'm bold enough to float;

Transforming to become

a submarine or love boat.

And not trying to gloat,

but I'm the bucket for your well.

I got my workout in so

I've no trust in magic spells

or potions of lust and shiny wands.

We'll build a mighty bond

as I navigate your Mystery

like it's a sacred pond.

I'm a continental shelf

in a monumental drift,

moving down from Arctic waters

to kiss rain forest lips.

And at the tip of the peninsula

where land and water surge,

sits your mystical cup,

that'll crush

an oceanic thirst.