A cry mingles with the wind
The cry is my own by the sea I weep
The water is tempting; drawing me
Should I join my love in the ocean deep?
My vision is blurry—my thinking is worse
That’s when, or so I thought, I began to see
A reflection; no a shadow, no it was her!
She was silent and steady, and right beside me
Her bare feet, her loving gaze
I look up and see such a dark smile
Almost sickening, but beckoning me closer
I am trapped; here I stay trapped by her vile
“You were dead” my mind screams
Now victim to such a haunting specter
How much better off if she truly were
My thoughts set my body a-stir
Slowly I rise to my feet, tears streaming my face
Pulled to her; my head screaming objection
My heart is tearing my chest at a frightening pace
“It cannot be” my thoughts argue
And slowly I begin to listen; stopping inches from her form
“She’s dead and gone; this is but such folly”
Now I listened as my sense continued to warn
I must know though, and so I inquire
The softest of whispers, “But you were meant to be gone”
“My sweet love, but I’m here now, follow me”
The temptation, the seduction, of this midnight dawn
And if I could resist until morn; for this is not the first time
She has shown herself, and beckoned me out to sea
But her gentle voice, her lovely hand
I am overwhelmed; this cannot, I must not be!
Overcome by such wicked thoughts in my head
Is it her, or is it really me?
If so I despise such a fiend for her distractions
But what if it’s only me…
Wading out, to my ankles, to my knees
The crashing waves surrounding me
The moonlit waters, the twinkling stars
I know this story; I won’t wander far
This isn’t the first time
But it won’t be the last
My feet march on
And soon I am gone