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Wave Dancing
She stood upon the shore, Eyes directed to the sea, I dared not want step closer, Oh, because she wouldn't see. In a heart beat of a moment, The sky comes tumbling down, Distant thunder sounding North ward, Noises 'bout me slowly drown. Breathing soon comes shallower, The storm's intensity ceasing naught, Ocean waves swirls 'round her feet, But these are left unfought. One'd think she would be happier, With salty waters so near, Yet smiles are vanquished from her lips, Instead replaced by crystal tears. White crests upon grains of sand, Beckon her to follow them, Lovely sirens of the ocean, Fins a-sparklin' like a gem. Aye, and she does join them, All cons'quences dashed to the waves, A myriad of gleaming shadows, None can question that's all her heart craves. Yet still standing here am I, Simply watching as they move, Envy set a-coursing through me, Knowing that I could never prove. For these creatures of the depths, Spectacular beings in themselves, Wouldn't accept a mere int'rested child, The request stowed on lost, dark shelves. Ah, but one can wish this, So often and feverently I do, Becoming caught inside my daydreams, Such a clear and euphoric hue. She's lost now, in the waves, Ne'er seen again is she, Though no grief is shed below, Upon still and comf'rting sea. Now 'tis I who stand upon the shore, Eyes ling'ring upon ragin' ocean, A half-smile laced across my lips, Reveling in this new emotion. I cannae explain this, should one ask, Effortful attempts are all in vain, For ethereal singing haunts my dreams, And my waking is in pain. A silent reminder floats ever near, Moments of peace are not obtained, Delicate crystals are shattered, And she is whom I blame. Only spiritually can I reach her, Though I know that she rests by, Hampering movements and all thoughts, My words do turn into lies. Alas, I feel no regret, For dancing with the waves, Sorrowfully I know the truth, One buried in watery graves. Clouds spin across dusk'd canopy, Silent stories told to few, Those who care to once look upward, Whose souls pure and hearts are true. Songs desire to be written, Fingers oblige; gold is spun, Melodies floating from the sea, At a time, I feel I have won. Terror had vanished and left me be, Clear and unobstructed is my path, But a night of restless sleeping, Leaves me knowing unfinished is her wrath. Screeched accusations are flung toward me, Yet are muffled by the tide, One requesting her admittance, To a story not I can hide. Choices I am not left with, So decisions are easily made, The siren's aria fights dreams and sleep, For passageway is not bade. I wake from deep soothing slumber, With an aching in my side, The ocean draws me nearer, Harmonious ebbing of the tide. A fate is mine, one I have chose, Eternity's breath is heavy, She tells me now, that depart can I, Already detrimental is my levy. No dancing upon the waves anymore, The shore forever has claimed me, For legs are weak and moveable not, And never able am I to plea. If the sea does call you, late one night, Drawing you from your dreams, Ignore the cries and dab your tears, Return to the moonlight's safe flowin' streams. � Emily Kirsch, 2ooo Return to the Library, or wander back to Luminera. |