Lost at Sea
There I found you on the shore,
Lying, dying in the sand,
Seaweed silk and shells you wore,
signs of suffering you bore,
Gently then I took your hand.
Eyes so green they pierced my soul,
Staring, daring me to feel,
Goddess of the savage sea,
whose hair of golden sunlight be
No sailor's dream but something real.
Tears were not for me to weep,
Fearing, rising swells of fate,
Siren of the ocean deep,
yours is not my love to keep,
And time and tide are loathe to wait.
Destiny that current swift,
Flowing, outward to the sea,
With it now you must return,
as waters dark and silent yearn
to claim their queen of dignity.
Holding you in last embrace,
Returning you as waves crashed on,
Softly then I stroked your face,
released my hold, and you were gone.
Mystic maiden of the sea,
Emerald eyes and golden hair,
Ours was not a love to be,
Ours were not the depths to share.
