Her sea blue gaze arises half asleep.

In silent stasis, sovereign, doth she shine?

Her cadence pulls me inward like the deep.

How selfish would it be to call her mine?

Poseidon cries and grips his strident depths.

In time, I’ll feel the raindrops on my skin.

Beneath the ocean, soundless, I had slept.

Until her laughter drew me from within.

Like rivers with no guidance, I was lost.

She was the sand that swam among the waves.

I had no premonition that the cost

Of sinking in her silence was so grave.

Again, she pulled me deeper into pain.

And vowed that I would never feel the rain.