She is beautiful. A muse of sorts.
She loved being on the surface feeling the sun on her face and the wind in her hair.
She comes from some where unknown.
Beneath the surface. Near Bimini perhaps.
Where the road long ago once bustled with fins and perhaps even feet.
She surfaces for only one minute. It is forbidden.
You have seen her. A glimmer out the corner of your eye.
No ones believes she exists.
Her father has strict rules about contact.
But she yearns to meet the land people.
It makes him angry every time. Then winds blow with rage.
Ships enveloped by the waves on a sunny day.
Lives are lost. All her fault.She is sad.
Alone in her beauty and knowledge.
She leaves it all behind.
Banished by self to solitude.
Now the Bimini Road lays untouched.