Zephyrs stirred the warm salty air around my softly sleeping soul.
Orange danced with pinks and reds, the sky ablaze as the sun lays down to rest.
Optograms of you whirl around my head, my feeble raft floats, fearlessly falling.
Macrobian is this? Though guarded, I wistfully wonder,
as mabsoot I am.
Ocean arms envelop me in a coolness so bittersweet, I live and die a thousand deaths swimming in thoughts of you.
Underneath a velvet black sky, I sink, infinite celestial bodies gather to say goodbye.
T**ime may leave my immortal body behind,
so I will love you enough to last eternity while were here!
Zephyrs = a gentle breeze
Optogram = images burned on the retina
Macrobian = long-lived
Mabsoot = Happy
