Atop Sparkling Water
A man traveled through forest deep;
Making his way until twilight fell.
Setting himself by the river’s edge
Sleep soon claimed him with visions of
He dreamt of times much happier than these,
When ‘once upon a time’ a maiden faire,
Looked on him, shining eyes teeming,
Words of love falling effortlessly from her
Hand in hand,
Heart to heart;
The two lovers spent each waking moment
Wrapped in the most ardent of embraces.
Till tragedy struck, tearing her from him
Her still form to a watery grave.
A soft cry of sorrow escaped the dreamer’s
His heart seeming to tear asunder.
The pain he felt went not unnoticed;
For the spirits of the waters deep,
They felt his torture,
Measured his grief.
A frothy foam began to rise,
Dancing on the dark silent deep.
Till stood before the slumbering soul,
His dearest departed maiden faire.
She knelt beside his resting form,
Stroking his furrowed brow.
Etheric tears streaming silently
Down those smooth pale cheeks;
Knowing their souls would ne’er again meet,
Save in web of sleep.
By his side she dutifully remained,
This gossamer spirit of the waters deep.
‘Til first light shewn
Breaking through the canopy of green
With kisses so soft as a gentle breeze,
She bid her soul mate farewell,
Sinking once more to her resting place.
And when he awoke,
Naught was left,
Save for the foam,
Atop the sparkling water.