Delilah, Across The Sunlit Sea

Across the sunlit sea, Delilah, turned her eyes and stood for hours, for uncounted years, no matter how strong the waves would rise they could not reach or wash away her tears. Her foot falls light as if she walked on wings; afraid to pray, afraid of its reply, a shadow world where phantom voices sing their words dispersed by weak eternal sighs. At times she'd kneel and clutch the hardened sand, a wisp of wind might tress her raven hair, her body stroked by dusk's seductive hand then rest beneath the falling midnight air.