Past the stones
Over sand-blasted land
Gentle footprints that litter the sand

Eyes vacant
She walks
Skin torched by the sun

Ripples of heat
Distort the air
Still she walks - she does not care

And the shock of the cold
From the ocean's depths
Can't shake her from her spell

The waves foam and roar
An ominous song
But all too late - for she is gone




The sea never lies