Sunlight to me is not frequent
I live my life in the dark depths of winter
Days to night filled with the abyss
But when the summer visits
I miss the warmth
For I am too caught up by thoughts
Of winter past and winter come

On some autumn's eve
my curiosity led me to you.
A statue hidden among the sanded shore,
unbeknownst to only me.
Yet, when I finally found your marble arms,
your existence plagued every waking thought.
The sea from which we were all born
held you in its handless grips.
The tide turning you within every hour,
taking your very sediment into its unknown.
Your form is but a hallow shell
of the majesty I had thought I discovered.
Alas, this realization came too late
and I became trapped in the current.
For all go from which they came.