At the edge of the cape, I stand alone,
Invisible, a monk in the howling wind,
The pale fairy watches with a sympathetic tone,
Dancing in black stockings, a memory that's thinned.

Her touch, like a goddess, stirs more than emotion,
A fleeting moment of ethereal grace,
In this vast expanse of the ocean,
I find solace in her otherworldly face.

But I am but a mere mortal, bound to earth,
While she flits and twirls in the mist,
A symbol of beauty and of rebirth,
A ghostly presence I cannot resist.

I stand alone at the edge of the cape,
Enthralled by the pale fairy in her black drape.

Tomaž Jevšenak