I followed Her to the coastline one night
Down to the rocks and cliffs one autumn's night
Skyclad and guided by the shadowed full moon
Under a fever-dream's spell I followed a vision
She moved like mist come lately from the sea
Flitting in and out of sight and my mind
Beckoned to the waves and the unknown deeps
I slowly forsook the coils of hardened worlds
And reached out blindly for dream and fantasy
A woman with moonlit silver hair had come for me
Smelling of brine and possessing a beauty much too unreal
I whispered—"Death"—and was all at once no more
Ex Tempore LIII
M.M. — 18-Jun-2013
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