Mistress of the sea

She is walking on foot,
along the longest route,
and she is on her way to the sea.
she is very spare,
wind blows her hair,
to the sea, where she's long to be.
She walk there:

alone,
soon she will be gone,
at the dawn,
above the water there.
The sun,
is the one,
to write the rules,
it the thing that rules,
but she's the mistress of the sea,
where she's attempt to be,
slowly,
she walks there alone.

She is all alone,
walking there,
at the empty streets.
Sky is getting clear,
day becomes a year,
it's the drawing sheet.
She walk there:

alone,
soon she will be gone,
at the dawn,
above the water there.
The sun,
is the one,
to write the rules,
it the thing that rules,
but she's the mistress of the sea,
where she's attempt to be,
slowly,
she walks there alone.