like a siren heaving with passion atoned.
Restlessly gazing towards the horizon,
waiting for the unseen anchor beyond.
The supple maiden, treads the sands of gold,
proclaiming the hidden source of her woes.
Unforeseen by the wheels of destiny
she awaits, awaits for the warmth of melody.
The salty whiff, culminates with her orbs depth
signifying the pain she harness within her soul.
The wilted will sustained so long, seems to be,
pushing her towards the cobblestone gateway.
"Lo! Behold........Oh my MARINER!"
She whispers through,hurtling between,
dream and reality juxtaposed in finality.
The wavy arms embrace her in its warmth,
charging together in the fragrance of uncertainty.