Choice (Henry's Island 2)

The ebbing sea had retreated when I reached the beach She was afar though the sandbar lured me to reach I had no choice but to cross the lagoon Half-merged in water wading in the rippled moon. What delight it was when I was on the other side Behind me the channel before me the silvery wide Above me wispily spread an ethereal band I stood on the cushion of softly sparkling sand. I could joyfully die holding them in my eyes More I couldn’t take more I couldn’t surmise The agonizing beauty was an unbearable sight There seemed nothing more to live for beyond that night. In turning back I knew would be no rejoice But I had to retrace I had no other choice Afar waited faces in the waning moon’s shadow My feet were heavy in the return tide’s flow.