She walks along the silver strand
singing a song of love,
her arms wide open,
her hands waving
to the coming tides,
she is stellar.
And deep inside,
she hides
the greater mysteries
of the depths,
the ebb,
the flow of her heart
that nobody truly knows,
save the sirens
keeping her secrets safe.
And now she stares out,
out toward
the tempest seas,
crying no more
for the lost mariners
of her beautiful dreams...
her eyes are
the sharpest-azure,
& her ***** still
holds
the purest heart.