Exile

Across the cold black pebbles of shoreline An ocean glistens like a field of diamonds Under a pale and waning moon Thick oily waves wrap their greedy arms around a girl in a flimsy White dress Pulling her down into the ice cold water Filling her mouth with the bitter taste of salt. The bubbling ancient tide pulls her hungrily Into the depths of a lonely black sea. When the fiery light of morning sun begins To peek over the horizon A lone man spies a white movement Carried mercilessly along the surface of the water Upon the rocky hill from which he stood It's wise precipice jutting over the fierce ocean Probing for it's secrets. His heart lurched, for he saw it was a body in a white nightgown, Tangles of black hair swimming around her head in a solitary dance.