The Lost Girl
A Wanderer is she, this girl by the sea.
Asks the heavens, Where should I be?
Who am I and where is he?
Who loves this girl by the sea.
Where does the rose feel is the place,
The sun will glow and warm her face.
A sense of fear, but just a trace,
Cannot dissuade her spirits grace.
Starlight dreams on that day.
What ghosts did speak I cannot say.
Without rhyme or reason she was on her way.
For her return he did so pray.
The fates mused and tittered droll,
Watching her pass with a hesitant stroll.
She wasn’t lost, yet did not know her role.
The protector held aloft his tortured soul.
There was no Joy for this girl, so pure.
Her decisions unclear, her future unsure.
The heart whispers silent into your,
Mind and body, tranquility nevermore.
The tears have pooled a river sublime.
The girl awaits freedom’s sign.
The forgotten bows his head to pine,
His pain the poets will not rhyme.
Light shone on the path of the true and the right.
Her answers lie in the City of Light.
She hears the call of love in the night.
The warrior’s heart takes flight.
Knowledge is and catharsis be,
When she leaves her prison by the sea.
She will know his voice and hear the glee,
Come home to me lost girl, my Angel by the sea.