She ran like a little girl to the shore

Her floral skirt flowing with the rhythm of the breeze

Fingertips gently tracing the trails on her neck

Left by the absence of her black pearl necklace.

Just like he had promised as he sailed into the horizon with her black pearls

She wished for her lover to hook the beads when he’d return

With tales untold of wailing winds and mystery mermen

Or a pair of dancers for her ears, she wouldn’t mind.

She sat on the sand, sea washing her feet

Looking out for the return of the crescent shaped boat

The setting sun as big as her bindi, kissing her skin oh so soft

The salt of the sea tickling her tongue.

Some feet away, the waves wash in a black pearl necklace

Silently screeching, her lover’s cries

When she breathes his return

And he’s embraced by the curse of the sea.