Byr Lady

Byr Lady

She crassed the say
to Crabham bay
for to see her love,

he waited for her
in wild attire
astranded in the cove.

the two did 'brace
for minutes on end
as if each would die,

then both together
they rowed away
to where the seagulls fly.

For there's an isle:
a magic rock
seems lifeless as a stone,

but hid within
its darkest breast
their two hearts beat as one.

They lived upon
each one's true love
and needed no repast-

no human food
could feed their needs
no drink could slake their tharst.

And there they lie
two twined souls
a buffet of the waves,

as dust they came
into the world:
then as dust they lave.

For wind and sea
wore down their frames
till nought but bones were they,

then were they pitched
into the deep
and mingled with the spray.

Her hair become
the weeds that float
as glist as blood at night;

his skull become
the coral reef
in moon's dim glooming light.

And when the fisher folk
with their great nets
drag 'neath the sea,

they hear the soft
and sistent sound
of lovers' laugh and glee:

by night the two
are draped in stars
and ripple to the shore,

they share one breath
one life, one heart,
their bodies one once more.

Tony Hamid 15/10/2016