She saw me with the twinkle in her eye
A smirk a wry grin mistaken for a cry
The smooth sound of voice with voice
Satiny smooth skin a perk of the ear, her choice
Her sensory saucy chagrin the uplift of silky tragedies
The embulient sound of, come hither, wise words that look to expound from deep forgotten cavities
Alas.
How one tries to read a phone!

Crashing through the waves lies an inimitable gaze
She seems to speak in earnest
But nature pounds on her chest for days
Lost long ago
Alas she knows not of his ways

Sing o gales of light
Sing!
Tell the intrepid what they bring.
See o larks of love see!
Tell one another they need one another
To me
Ever so lonely.

Like the wave, she moved
Through harsh rocks that speak
Crescent light sparkled above
Only pastel...were the meek
And then a setting sun creaked in
Languid in its hue
Journeying foward they moved
Once again, anew