They called me Ophelia and told me to sing.
I breathed a smile.
They wanted to hear my voice.
Melodies crashed, raged, and held.
'Ophelia,' they called,
'Sing to us. Make us feel alive again.'
I never wanted something more.
Heart racing, I ran.
I ran so fast my feet floated,
Up, up, and up off the ground.
I chased and wandered,
Past sails and oars.
To the destiny, calling me.
Someone shouted, 'This is your chance.'
The stage awaited,
A few wooden planks with nails.
My pulse raced and my voice rose.
It rose with the sea,
The sweet, haunting sea.
There were the men waiting for me.
All ahush, all aglow,
They waited still and silent.
I was Ophelia, the beauty of the sea.
The one I wanted to be.
I opened my mouth and I, I, I, I…
I woke up.
No song, uttered.
All a dream, it was.
Gone away was my moment to shine,
My captivated audience,
And the song that was in my heart.
And still I wait.
I wait for that day for the song to be sung, for the words unspoken to be said.
One day I'll be Ophelia,
The Beauty of the sea.
But for now I'll wait.