Though we be far apart:
I look towards a distant sea,
The shore known to my heart.
My love is as the frothing waves
That lap the windswept dunes:
The tide stood still in such enclaves
Though pulled by many moons.
Uncovered here, by surging seas, are many fossil forms;
Embedded in Time's slowly sifting sands:
All memories, stark as the savage storms
That rage against far and distant lands.
Beneath the surface, where my passion roars with unrelenting might;
Here, where the choral sways majestically, in restful rhythmic rapture,
There lies the pearl of Romance, in the clam of Circumstance shut tight.
I dive these murky depths, that i might perceive the slightest slit or aperture,
That, wrenching forth this wretched clam, I might then be once more
Walking with you by my side, upon your native shore!
