Submerged
He feels the dirt’s love affair
Unfamiliar with its sound
A coating of sleep so coarse
She inhales his fear
Mariners wonders
He is real and colors ago
She had wept of his passing
Now, no longer apart of story
Her winds wave hello
Underneath her tresses
His mentor had strained, limply
Halted beauty did not restrain him?

Eva I find she plays