Spellbound

Tuneless tinkling of windchimes

lulls me like the song of sirens.

Like a perfect picture postcard,

the expanse of the sea lies before me.

Quietly coaxing, drawing me in

to its mesmerizing depths.

It is an unrivaled enchantress.

I am listless under her spell.

The sky, too, seems enthralled,

spinning clouds into

cotton candy sandcastles;

a silent homage to its salty mistress.

I dare not rise to venture forth,

knowing if my feet touch the sand,

if I wade into those waves,

I would gladly walk

with arms open wide

to repose in a watery grave.