I Could Not Save Her From The Sea

The pond was small and the moonlight fair,
Across the waters that were waiting there.
Often she would come to stare
Beyond the trees, through the moonlights glare,
Upon the pond and it's shimmering face as though that were her anointed place.

As she stood and stared she dreamed, of frothing oceans blue and green,
And in her mind she heard their waves come crashing down unseen.
The dull and resounding pound of waves,
Did toll like thunder from her mind's enclave.

It was here that I found her and here that I stayed,
For her dreams of late had been unkind and clear I could see that she was dismayed.
For within her mind by sea on shore, she stood alone unprotected,
As hellish waves came tolling, for it was she the sea selected.

And I believed so foolishly that to remove her from the grassy dell,
And to forget the pond might see her well.
Alas I was wrong for in her minds eye,
She could still see the gulls as they wheeled in the sky,
And their throaty call did call to her,
To the grassy dell and the midnight light,
As it shone upon the pond so bright.

I could not save her from the sea,
So to her imaginings I had to leave her be.

She sits upon the ground at night, forgetting the world and all her plight,
And disappears to a land unseen, where the oceans roll and the grass is green,
And cathedrals ring sounds like the shells,
That sit on the shore as they cast their spells,
And nary a cloud is ever seen; the sun on the sea is an orange sheen.