It is said that she appears at night, not by day,
A figure moving slowly down by the bay,
A ghostly image lingers.... there to mourn,
The loss of a loved one, in tears that are now born,
Spurned by her lover, who was untrue,
She is see often by the bay, dark & blue,
Walking in the moonlight....so forsaken,
Tis sad to recall how his life was taken,
The burden she can no longer bear alone,
This lonely lady has joined him in the bay.....they now call home.
Spiritsong
Sept.18/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem