I met a gentleman by the blue sea,
He said he had been carried by the wind.
I doubted his story, he looked at me
And met my question with a knowing grin.
"My dear, my soul is as light as paper",
He said "my soul is not weighted by sin".
I met his gaze, the idea I did cater
For I knew he was not like other men.
I opened my mouth and I asked to join
On his next trip across the water.
He grabbed my hand and my heart was purloined
And I knew I could never stray farther.
Excitement seized me, I could but stammer,
As our waists were tied with a single thread.
The ground below us looked made of amber
As what I left became, no doubt, dead.