Lost at the sea

Amidst the deep blue night of shells and sapphires,

on a rock riding high, she rested

yesterday- today, tomorrow, for as long as I evoke.

I hear a tale many sided as a

different lot passes by but I believe in the one

which sculpts that she’s waiting for him-

her lost husband.

Time ago, she met the sea to bid her love goodbyes

to some land of copper and wealth when

the crystalline water upturned fate and

betrayed the smooth sweet promise;

Impatient, hungry, ruthless waves devoured

the young husband, contended to the slavery

of the pretty young wife.

Nights been nimble on her as she sings a ballad tender,

with a lantern in hand, enumerating,

beseeching the sailors  on their way

of same questions over and over, forever;

An amusement to some, a stream of abuse

to others. To me she’s a vivid hope, an intense

pearl but pitiful.

The green eyes in a haste to look as far as possible,

glow, as the water adorns

the rose on her sullen cheeks; the gold hair

weaving the time, chill the air to her dismal

and when it rains, she yearns to melt

to her love, to the lost, slipping

on the rock, folding, unfolding.

By the hole in my old wall, I listen to the dream faced

beauty, commiserating with the heavy sorrow;

She laid, for as long as I recall, in dark,

awaiting the young husband,

unmindful of years, decades, centuries,

unmindful of storms, waves, curses.

To the young promise, passing in eternity.