I dream of you standing upon the shore
That grew with pride and costly sail,
Turning waves from the ocean roar
Into a trance where I hear nature call.
And twist gently at this mighty command,
The sea to unleash a trial of captive dance,
And gather up a journey towards the sand
Where opportunity meet and embrace.
The seductive wind tearing at your hair
With suspense that almost lose control.
In the thirsty force of aquarium adventure
By rapid beauty that time twirls into a trail.
And tells us of its craving for emotions
That we find hard to express an interest,
In the feelings that lies in such exoticisms
Of excitement and the passionate past.
Gazing into ritual desire that was once on fire,
Like a volcano that prowls beneath the sea.
I watch the back draft of a fleeting figure
Creep back into where the shoreline degree.
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