Lightly child of the Ocean

Lightly child of the ocean
Come to quell the witch's tide,
Instill in me the ancient's notion
To meditate, reflect, and bide.

A tragedy in twenty acts
Was set against the summer sun.
My burning wish was to attract,
But she, the mermaid, didn't come.

Zelda in her blooming years
Cut a figure much the same.
Gatsby, did he shed a tear
When Tom his rival spoiled the game?

I take myself to moonlit beaches,
Absorbing waves from far and deep,
And think of Gatsby as he reaches
To hold what he could never keep.

And I lay on the dark sand
As I try to weep.