White Spirit does thou tempt me?

It has become nothing unusual for me to dance back into the reflections of yesterday gazing upon the waters edge. For the golden caps within the sea of blue capture me in this spell that has long been mine.
Lost at sea I am on a ship abonded by all, a journey of which began on land near the edge of a wooded field. The whisper which found me and yet the same is that which lost me and again I pain for the time that once was mine.
In certain times of the day and night I can hear this white spirit calling me with it's silhouette shining in the purest of white and motions that only I can obtain to my soul as I reach out to grasp that that I cannot touch.
My soul bleeds while my eyes cry and my lungs are weakened from the short breathes I have been forced to take each time I hear and see my white spirit. Though I keep it inside me for another search would just be too much.