Exhausted, I rise from the sea,
my dreams haunted, my memories tainted
by recurring images which hold the key
to why I am so tired of late, why I fainted,
and other fears which haunt me as I make my way.
 
Now upon the shore, I watch the waves as they break
upon this unfamiliar beach that I adorn,
and ponder odd melodies from a human wake
and yes, I should not have come, but I am so torn!
I yearn to be with him but doubt that I can stay.
 
There are so many things to which I aspire,
but among them greatest of these are bliss,
that I have felt but once, kindled by a fire,
and this only with a human touch, a human kiss—
perhaps we will meet and love again, if only for a day.

(Author's Note: This poem may have been published a decade or so ago as a contest submission for Sol.)

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