Saltwater and Silk (Stormchild’s Lullaby)

Your first breath came on a coastal rain, Tiny fists grabbing hurricane. I was your lighthouse, your solid ground, But boy, I knew - you were tempest-bound. First steps took you toward the docks, Salt-rust knees on splintered logs. Now your sails eat the skyline whole, But my love’s the tide—it always rolls. Oh, my stormchild, brave and wild, Saltwater veins and silk-lined pride. Let the squalls shape your spine, But keep that tender heart of mine. Some nights you’ll drift, some nights you’ll drown, Drag your hopes through ghost-town sounds. But baby, roots grow deep and true, Like the love I’m leavin’ in you. The sea gives men two kinds of scars— Some fade like foam, some shine like stars. Yours will gleam in midnight air, Worth every wave that dared you there. Oh, my stormchild, brave and wild, Saltwater veins and silk-lined pride. When you’re king of some foreign shore, My love’s the dock you’re anchored for. And when you’re old and the tides turn slow, You’ll hear my voice in the undertow… "A good man bows, but he don’t break, He loves like silk—yet stands like fate."