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She comes and goes with the sea foam

Disappearing back into the depths unknown

All that remains is the fleeting warmth of her embrace

I become desperate to keep it from floating away

On this isolated dinghy in Chesapeake Bay

 

Consoled by the whiskey and gin

Only then do I catch a glimmer of her again

Tasting the salty seawater on soft lips

Running my hands across her tail’s scale ridden tips

 

Alas all that is gold does not stay

As the buzz of the liquor melts and leaves my veins

Her enchanting serenades begin to fade

Making my glass heart fracture and break

 

As the leaves on the old Dogwood tree shed

Discarding its worn out green for a striking new red

The fracture in my heart travels upward

The feelings flowing out ready to desert

Then a peculiar site I do see

The sea foam rolls in with the tide and she comes back to me

 

Time stands still as my heart begins to mend while we dance and laugh happily

Alas all that is gold does not stay

A daughter of the sea she must return one day

So I’ll sit here on this pier and wait

Till the leaves don their green color on the old Dogwood tree

Here in Chesapeake bay

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