- There were promises, sincerely made
- in the grip of love,
- children borne and cherished,
- but a promise is a promise
- and he has broken his,
- has spied upon her private
- meeting with her oceanic self,
- kept what he's seen secret until
- in fury he has hurled it forth.
- His hold on her is broken
- and she is gone, as she promised,
- returned to fin and tail,
- drawn home to her own,
- one human footprint left for him
- at their window over the sea.
- One oval, four small circles over
- a moon shaped arch
- wrench his heart from his body
- into the lunar driven waters.
