As lunar beauty draws the sea,
I pray naught shall taketh thee.
As shore cries whilst sea bleeds away,
so do I cry whilst thou stray.
Hark- the song of mercurial tide
echoes the strain of sand: naked, wide.
And as t'were left with vestige of sea,
so my soul still bears mark of thee!
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
As lunar beauty draws the sea,
I pray naught shall taketh thee.
As shore cries whilst sea bleeds away,
so do I cry whilst thou stray.
Hark- the song of mercurial tide
echoes the strain of sand: naked, wide.
And as t'were left with vestige of sea,
so my soul still bears mark of thee!
