Hither this day as I hold thy wreck
Tears flow from mine eyes surplus
Thought of thy loss gives me an ache
As mine heart pumps life, lifeless

As I stare at thy body, isabelline
I recall when I said, "Thou can go on"
I knew that I was being mean
And in a flick of fate, thou art gone

O how I wish to touch thy strings
To hold in mine hands thy body, alluring
And fly with thy soul, if I had the wings
To listen again to thy melodies, charming

"It's just a guitar," say the angels above
Little do they know, thou art my lost love

She danced
In her white
Smock dress.
A bottle
Of absinthe
In her hand.
Her wild isabelline
Hair flew around
Her as she
Raced,
Bare foot,
Among the trees.
She could
Feel
The ground
Under her feet
Change
As she
Broke free
Of the woods
And stumbled
Onto the shore.
She stepped
Slowly
Into the icy water.
Gracefully she
Walked forward.
She could feel
The cold
Creeping up
Her skin.
She stopped,
Neck deep,
In the black
Frigid water.
She took one
Last sip
Of her drink
From the bottle.
She took one
Last breath
Of the cold
Winter air.
And then
She let herself
Be swallowed
By the sea.