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
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.
Copyright © Laura Hassell