Ingenue'

I found myself, a lifeless corpse, finally, at the end of the line ~ mocking humanity The warmth of the sun drawing my days to a close, once more ~ from, such, this great length of TIME I perceived in some distance, far off from this naked human eye ~ the girl i loved it simply must be There was, indeed, little doubt of the presence of this ingenue’ No other way, but that, she, this daughter of aristotle had taken to form And from the vestige of seas foam risen to shore ~ if only, so that I might believe The sinking of my heart sang that i had dreamt this nymph before, up from the ocean’s floor, earlier upon that perfect morn and She would have born of this prescience left upon humanity, her own sacred mark, by Horus’ primal witness I felt as the falling petal of this saddened flower of life , now fallen to the blinding wind and some supreme voice opened her song, alongside the lilt of this setting sun ~ and she smiled her dream down blessing me and The full release of the tides of her love washed me clean my body tempered for the rush of her beauteous breath, for it was my search to find this gift in each of these passing days, i savored the joy ~ and wished no more even as her dream now found me, here, the fisherman upon this edge of this sacred shore