He sat on a jagged pine throne
Not crowned in gold, but by salt and brine
And the sea stretched far and unkind
Each tide a tick that marked the time

He waited long with hollow eyes
For the one who calmed the skies.
The waves would come the waves would go
Each swell a whisper she won't show

And hope was a terrible tender guest
A swell breathed in and made could to rest
His only friend, he called the tide
They played until the bones would bend

The tide became the darling, the storm Became loud
And enveloped him in seafoam's shroud
Kissed his feet, climbed to his knees
Etched her name across his grief

Still he fought through drift and year
Through drowned-out suns and vanished fear
Every tide that ticked was another scar
Another rib beneath the stars

And now he sits, with nothing left
His hands now bone, held only time's remains
A skeleton with heart long gone
And still he waits he lingers on

For if she came, the world would freeze
The wind, hush the waves ease
That single gaze, a breath, a name
And time itself would catch fire In her name

But she never came...