Sweet Chicane Journey

The curvature of her body The sculpting of her mind A chicane With an Edge Purposed to find This river twisted they failed to quest For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved Its ocean journey never gave less With agitated sea of reason Its conscience slipped deep in the brine Once a reef of clarity On ocean floor darkest Now lays with coral skeletons of time Lost to the moray of her smile Years past If existed concern or reflect For beauty with an edge As in ocean deep Her estuary fixating A sweet chicane of twice effect The beauty of silence Is a song the moray does sing Storied is its sight Welled of illusion A fleeting enchantment A nightmare in dream With drop step glance And upswept eyes, a melody loosed of her song The piercing shards of subtle iniquity A sharper vision Did not any belong With cast eyes, brought a letting of his soul Rivulets of its being With she, reminisce Whispered song In chambered heart Her nautilus keepsakes of long ago Just as the "Song of the Moray" Which passed through silent gill The receding lashed wake of their voiceless harmony On empty beach its effervescence it did instill