For writing challege 17. A sailor’s love is left behind when he goes missing at sea. Alone, she discovers that his love reaches beyond his watery grave.
Lost in stormy sea, her sailor is missing.
Nevermore to return, despite all wishing.
A small candle is still lite for his beacon.
delivers only seaweed, hopes weaken.
Long months alone, he surely is gone!
Yet alone at night, she feels him anon.
Closing her eyes, abide phantom caress
Be comforted as love, he’ll forever profess.
“Come to me , love!” hear his voice implore.
Frequently she sees him abiding offshore,
Feet enter the water, forsaking the coast.
Despair soon perish, akin to his ghost.
Sands painted white in the moonshine
Smiling, she follows him into the Brine.
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