She was taking a walk along the shore as she invited him to join her in the sea.
She played in the calm wake splashing and running and giggling like a child, happy as could be.
Teasing and toying; Fingers twisting, and tangling; Their faces far, than near,
But it was when she ventured in deeper waters, that he began to fear.
Her smile shone, brighter than ever before as she swam out into the water,
And even though he feared for her, he couldn’t seem to warn her.
She swam deeper, with the idea he was close behind,
And as she turned around, she was hurt by the distant find.
She called his name, and started back, tears forming in her eyes,
And just as she reached for him, the tide began to rise.
Her toes were swept out of the sand, and the ocean dragged her back.
She was dragged under, over and sideways, until she lost track
Of up and down, life and death, dreams, and what was real.
And as she surfaced, she wasn’t sure what she meant to feel.
A look back at his eyes, which she realized would never blink,
And then she cried his name once more, and allowed her heart to sink.
With the rest of her strength, she left something of herself to be found.
Then with her heavy heart, she fell, and drowned.
Years later a man would walk alone, along the shore.
Looking for the women, he once did ignore.
He would come to this place, and find a photo of himself, and more.
A message in a bottle; a message from her.
Though he wanted to understand, he was never for sure:
“I wanted to share the secrets of the sea,
But you didn’t move, and let go of me.
. . .
We began to drift, and your eyes didn’t blink,
Your gaze froze my heart, and caused it to sink.
. . .
I’m better down here, deep away from the shore,
Where I can’t hope for your presence anymore.”