THE NIGHT POSEIDON CAME
She gazes into the cracking mirror of her soul,
remembers well the heroic seafaring man
who so valiantly appeared to save her from herself
that magic night when waves were harps
she still a mere girl when life's cruel forms
appeared to entice, to beckon, she dreamt her escape
but no one came, the black sea roared beneath her mantel
pulling her back to her fears of that solitary watery grave
until one eve, a ship, perhaps of hearty buckaneers appeared,
their loud and riotous sounds like magnets drew her near
the moonlight lit her face for him who came ashore for that one night
the dance of life the stars they hid until goodbye to her he bid
the sea was stronger than love for him, but she remembered
his ship , the stars , his grip on her..
until that final night when Poseidon came.
by Carole Spandau 2010
