Warm crimson embers

Who's shadows invite.

She swirls to the music,

Long hair burning bright.

The shadows are watching,

He raises a glass,

And fondly remembers

The days that are past.

She spins to a flute

That others can't hear.

The drum that she sways to

Beats wild with fear.

A bright fire lights up

Her winter blue eyes,

The wind that she lives on

Is a constant surprise.

In her head plays a fiddle

With a haunting new tune.

She flashes a smile

That brings forth the moon.

She feels his eyes catching

Her slightest of steps

But continues the music

And gives him neglect.

He holds her contempt

To the low candle light

And sees deep within

A love without sight.

She'll love him no matter

And she mixes her tears

With the rum that he's drinking;

Her music he hears.

The embers die down

And the song fades away.

She'll keep his heart always

Though he wonders and strays.

She sits at his table

And drinks from his cup.

The sea keeps on calling

But she'll never give up.

He stands and he kisses

Her flower white cheek.

The waves are too strong

And her love is too weak.