*I don't own Jane and the Dragon, or its characters
One, two, three, many days gone by since you left by the Sea.
I must have ran, flew, imagined myself out here a thousand times, thinking, searching, wondering if your laugh was sent to me in a dream. I promised you my life, you were supposed to be, and to exist; many delights being born by the smile and red-curled musings thought by your wondrous mind. You spoke by your blade, your gait, your gentle grasp, your breath; and I needed nothing more then just you, even if you lost many outwardly qualities.
I am drowned by the gloom of all my olden days, miserable are the shaking hands, claws, without another to grasp, and I break my lifes breath just calling, searching for you.
If petrified, left to sit, to watch, till dawn to dusk, I am no better then a stone, pebble, or mountain.
I rather be born at the dawn, die by the Sea, my body blending into foam before the morrow. Another tomorrow should not exist, and I am the starved fish without life giving water.
We made of bone, flesh, and scale feel no less, no better, no matter what the world decides to occur around us. However these feelings take me hostage, I still will not forget, or stop.
I will wait and long, until you are back, we born near, carried, or drift on and over the sea.