• Swiftly skimming cerulean jewels,
    Bound in effervescent tears,
    I wish I could dance in these pools
    For the rest of my years.

    With majestic melancholy,
    Fish drift in tranquility,
    Visions of the future volley
    Only hints of possibility.

    Sea breeze sirens' tales
    Grabbing sailors on a whim,
    Redirecting their sails
    Like nature's phantom limb.

    Women wilt at the sea's call,
    Afflicted by aquatic woe,
    An internal sea squall,
    Directed by the ebb and flow.

    Pieces of me drift in the ocean
    The place from where I came
    65 percent of me: endless devotion,
    35 percent: quintessential flame.