Virginia’s eyes searched the horizon’s darkening line
As she walked along the shore’s silvery edge
Stepping along carefully - methodically as if at
life’s ledge
While the ocean’s thunderous waves pounded out time’s
keep
And she synched each her breath to mother’s metronome;
Virginia recited Poe’s Annabel Lee poem
The moon darting in and out behind the brigantines; leaving
her in the dark alone
To ponder the coldness of the waters below - down
deep
Where her lungs fill with the sea’s blood and she tastes
the brine
While imagining the dimming lights above in a magnificent
view
As Virginia is slowly embraced by a lover she knew
Would keep her secrets without fault or rue
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