Teardrops of light
Fall
From her eyes
Roll
Down her cheeks and
Drop
From a delicate jaw.
She can see him
Out on the ocean’s cliff
Playing his fiddle.
Its sad melody echoes
With longing and loss
Piercing her heart with
Another ever fresh wound.
His soul vibrates
Over the chords;
Upon blended note
Like the scent of his lingering
She can never erase.
Swimming over the
Rolling brine
Sea whispers a warning
She has come too close
To the edge,
To him,
To what was;
What can no longer be.
She gave Neptune
Her legs
In exchange for his life,
Years ago.
Rules must not be broken.
She watches him
From her watery cocoon
While her soul burns.
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