Aquatic Elegy

Beneath the veil of liquid dreams, she glides, A ghostly figure in a world of blue. Her dress, a whisper of the sea, unfolds, A silent ballet in the depths below. The red of her gown, a flame in the cold, Burns with the passion of an ancient soul. Her eyes, like mirrors of the deep, reflect The mysteries that time cannot control. The water cradles her, a living shroud, A symphony of light and shadow play. Each ripple tells a story, soft and true, Of dreams unspoken, yet forever new. She is the keeper of the ocean's heart, A guardian of its secrets, pure and rare. In her embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of the soul, both deep and clear. For in her gaze, we see our own desires, Our longing for the depths, our hidden fires. She is the muse, the siren, the muse, The eternal dance of life and the sea.