Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
The eastward lands sloped away down to the roiling sea,
And I, alone, stood there mute, as her song called out to me.
Another place, some future time, waited for me there,
And so I proceeded downward into the salt sea air.
The clouds sped by in silent flight, tendrilled wings aspread,
Faithfully leading me eastward a little farther yet.
In her call I swore I heard the promise of sweeter climes,
And so I proceeded downward into the salt sea brine.
The waves caressed my waist then chest as I followed on
Drawing me ever into her irresistibly sweet song.
The chill that met my body wet went deeper to my soul,
As I in burning need surrendered the last of my control.
Another step, deeper yet, the waves lapped higher still,
The song drew me onward yet, as if against my will.
I could swear I saw her there, her arms outstretched for me,
My maiden fair, sweet Lorelei, in the roiling sea.
The sea pushed urgently back at me, slowing me in my stride,
But still I struggled nearer to my temptress Lorelei.
The waves crested at my neck, the taste of salt was there,
But I proceeded onward to where she waited there.
My final steps took me too deep for me to catch my breath,
But oh how sweet her arms would feel, though it would mean my death.
She came to me with mirthful laugh and took me to her breast
And then I kissed sweet Lorelei, and reached my final quest.
The waves roll on from night to dawn, along that hidden sea,
Calling out to men who wait for their Lorelei to sing.
And in the air, if you pause there, you'll hear us lost men cry,
For the sweet and tender love of the lovely Lorelei.