The Gentleman by the Sea

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.

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