• I sit there
    Holding in my arms,
    One with honey hair,
    And sun kissed eyes.

    By the sea,
    With head buried,
    With tears to see
    Hidden in bosom sweet

    Her hands had
    The gentle touch
    Of feathers on my hand,
    Of clouds in air.

    Her hair,
    Golden shines of honey
    When moved by air,
    With silver tone.

    Her eyes of deep,
    Deep golden brown,
    Still awake when at sleep,
    Still alive when closed.

    Her skin shone
    Like polished marble,
    Like silver stone,
    Soft as soapstone.

    Yet, to see her,
    Still as stone,
    On the shore,
    On the sand.

    I knew,
    What had been,
    Before I flew
    To her side.

    My bonny lass,
    Choked by water’s hands,
    Has come to pass,
    To the land of gold and honey.