Wistfully, she climbs the stairs with her chai tea
At the window she waits while hoping to see
Her Captain, a fisherman, who disappeared at sea
Behind a brooding seawall, mystical things that be
Night after night the rambling house slept
The wind would howl, what secrets it kept
A lantern she carried, up the stairs she crept
Wearing a wedding dress, she quietly wept
Silhouettes and shadows, beneath the pale light
The fingers of fear, the looming fright
A cold battering sea, a stormy dark night
The amnesic years, was there a burial site?
They'd only been married a few hours that day
When the doorbell rang to their dismay
"A short trip" he said, not too far away
From the balcony she watched as he got underway
It's been a long time now, the ghost roams about
She never stopped waiting, day in and day out
In her white dressed memory she had no doubt
"Captain will come back. I know he's en route."
December 02, 2008
