Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile,
milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears.

The evening tide, is not for me,
For it holds life's uncertainty.
I would rather run and fail
As I escape this earthly jail.

Oh dearest Mary
where are you now,
when I need you most?
Is your spirit here
or is it your ghost?

What can I say,
What can I do,
To return you
Back to you?