Blue Moon

49) Driftwood

I wandered through like a ghost

with her lament for the lonely,

I drifted above you in my stupor.

Seamstress' thimble fingers, now floating

above oh so nimble. The sky's oceans

are calm today. Worries and cares

float away, I slip through the skin

in silence, and drift on the bliss

of drowned sorrows,

now my lagoon's berth

in the shadows of reeds and palm trees;

swaying, I am no longer a ghost,

but a mermaid, waiting for her sailor to sail her away,

might he come and love me one day?

Wash me away amidst ripples and tides

over fantasy dreams and whimsical turns of head

Take me along for the ride, lover,

I might be your pre-Raphaelite dreamer

ever drifting beneath the water

beautiful like Ophelia

(15th January 2014)