The Water Ghost
I stand beneath the deep blue waters
the waters pulling at my hair,
caught in the rhythm of the tides.
for a moment before the flood washes
Here you are little more than a bright shadow,
Filtered by the flow of the waters,
a warm spot
that at times I reach out to find,
of that time before I tread the paths
Shall I remember the day long, long ago?
was warm beneath my dry feet in summer,
crashed along a beach that seemed to go on forever
fell into the waters, pulled down by hands who never
Lost in the depth beneath the sea, they say
a castle rises,
Home of the Dragon King and his host beneath
Where the maidens dressed in finery gracefully sway as
they serve –
Tales made by those who never have seen the darkness of
the abbysal plain.