The Floating Beauty

As a little girl
She grew up by the sea
She would sit and stare
From immature eyes intently

The sea to her
Had long been a friend
Now a grown woman
The friendship had to end

She left the family home
Wanted a taste of life
Leaving everything she knew
Cut like a sharp knife

Her heart pined away
For all that she had before
This emptiness within her
Remained as strong, as raw

Many years passed
Her beauty was enchanting
In her presence
Men's hearts were dancing

For all her beauty
No happiness she ever felt
Many tried to woo her
But miserably failed

One day the yearning
Just grew too strong
Home was where she had to be
The waiting had been too long

At last she was whole again
Her spirits had been lifted
She felt at peace once more
She felt blessed and gifted

She returned to the place
Where she often sat as a girl
The wind was blowing
On her glossy raven curls

Slowly, as if in a trance
She glides into the sea
The waves engulf her
Devouring her wholeheartedly

No one knew she had gone
Not until the early morn
The floating beauty had been
Returned by the sea at dawn