Moments where our thoughts drift
“I led my lover to the sea” is a poem about how love and mortality intertwine – sometimes beautiful and sometimes brutal.
A quiet horror can live beneath tenderness, stirring emotions that are intense and sometimes irrational.
At first, the poem is quiet, maybe even romantic. But there’s something underneath, and it soon escalates into a dark truth. The act of a man ending his lover’s life because he cannot bear to be without her, even though she shows no sign of leaving him. Is it all in his own mind?
This is a fictional piece that explores how love and obsession can sometimes overlap in strange ways – how we can sometimes imagine things we’d never do.
We all have moments where our thoughts drift to extremes, but we don’t act on them, because they help us understand what we value, what we fear, and what we love.
This poem is not a celebration of destruction, and it’s certainly not autobiographical, although I do strive to keep it emotionally real. I’ve always been drawn to the dark and the shadows, so naturally, that’s where my words will wander.
I led my lover to the sea,
down to the water’s edge.
The sun bled in the darkening sky.
I held her hand.
She looked at me,
the way she always does.
We kissed, just as before,
and held the moment still.
The bell that tolls the end of days hovered overhead.
I held her tight in sweet embrace.
Time and breath
suspend her beating heart.
My hands were strong,
I heard her cry.
Will you stay forever,
like a lover should?
It was dark, and you were gone.
Somewhere beyond the sea,
the tide recedes – it ebbs and flows.
The spirit sleeps.
The silence feeds – my lover lies.
The sea held her from me.
I felt her go and leave me behind
in the evening light,
that shines so bright
at the end of days.
