Gently, these ocean waves resume their dance.
Victim of light and hope, I see your face.
Shimmering jewels of your realm you entrance.
Desperate, this love I cannot replace.
A resemblance of beauty long forgot,
Tastes of a dream now languid in the dark.
Name this subject, once gloried, and now shot.
A heart stripped bare, like a tree of its bark.
What lies beyond those tall, white-crested caps?
An Atlantean search for what is lost.
A weighted blue blanket covering traps.
Naive sailors unaware of the cost,
Pressing onward for what no longer exists
And sodden hope for something that persists.