After the storm, the sailors saw a lost princess in the ocean.
I filled my dress pockets with stones
Walked quietly into the sea
Nothing but memory remains here
A shadow reflection of me.
I am the mist on the water
The passing outline of a cloud
A touch of sky and the ocean
Wearing the cold sea as my shroud.
Queen now of nothing but sorrow
The mistress of solitude, cries
Gone is the breath from my being
Absent is the light from my eyes.
Spectre of sadness remaining
The echo that once was a life
No peace in the deep my ending
No final escape from all strife.
I haunt myself at the shoreline
Condemned to exist and to be
Trapped for all time recollecting
And never again to be free.
(A collaboration from Dr Abbey and Nimue)