A Lover's Monody

My love would stroll through the sand at twilight,

Gliding across sand and swaying her bewitching strut

But alas I shall never again witness the beauty and grace of her dance

For long ago on the beaches of Italy, she was stolen from me

Her love for the sand under her feet,

The spray of the sea against her supple skin,

And the notion of life at sea beckoning, 

Whispering her name with every breathe of wind

She was taken from me, by a cruel and malevolent force

A force that has claimed the lives of countless before her

The one thing she loved more than anything in the world

The beaches of Marettimo

The Italian seaside village where she became who she once was

The soothing sigh of waves lapping the shore

The mesmerizing murmur of sand floating on a breathe of warm sea wind

And the arresting aroma of sea grass and wine

The sandy shores of her dreams and desires

Pulled her into its grip and claimed her as its own

The last time my eyes beheld my inamorata

She was walking into the water, out of my view, lost amongst the waves

My love once strolled through the sand at twilight

Singing with the wind and conversing with the sea

As much as I miss her and wish she were here with me

I know she will be much happier living in the sea