Bones rotting beneath brine, soul sunk below
A nightmare in a great unceasing sleep
A vessel sans a seafarer to row.
For you, my love, are treasure, winking bright
Or homeland after years away from shore
The starlit sea below a speckled night
With whispered words about you fabled lore.
Though I endure a world defined by strife
I long for nothing but your tender touch
And nothing but your presence in my life
Could ever make me whole or mean so much.
I once believed my soul pined for the sea.
But oceans never equal are to thee.