A sea bound romance
washed ashore leaving ripples in the sand,
melancholy, the lighthouse giving way
to no direction.
She sees me like an apparition,
void, and devoid; a ghost of a sailor
that's lost his way from a sunken ship.
His lover trapped in an oyster
below the depths of blue, a pearl
without a cause or hope.
He walks the sand
leaving no footprints
searching for something he's lost,
that something, buried beneath the tales
of Moby Dick - through time and distance,
his obsession—lethargic.
What once was his one desire, now defeated,
emerged a love of his true tale.
And he will continue to walk this endless beach
until he finds that pearl,
washed upon these silken sands.
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