Tides, they arise overshore
along with fears, they reverse overboard
her cloaks, they float in their eternal blue
with her flawless gulf carried out through.
Those emerald hairs, they dance along
as her salty breath , they slap across
chords escaping through their entangled twines
that symphony, they engulf my senses.
Those ships, they riding on her back
never was sure about destinations
my eyes, traveling far beyond
with that longing heart, as deep as her.