The Virgin In The Waters Poem by Ria Villaflor

The pale moonlight glittered
shining
glowing
shimmering
on her white translucent face
moondrops fell as her tears fell
on the soft, wet mound of sand beside her

She started to recall
slowly sinking in the boat,
the wooden boat of deja vu
Where she reminisced and then started to cry

She dreamed last night
of things that terrified her poor heart
A monster was born and is thirsty of her blood

Dreams became reality
Visions became blurred
Darkness invaded the day
The day she went without a word

And as I lay I saw her
Face illuminated in the dark-dirty ceiling
of this confined space
I could hear her cries against the sound of the waves
fainter - fainter it became
Until it was devoured by the enormous
waters of the dark cold sea
beneath me



- Ria Villaflor
August 22,1997