The Blue Pacific churns its envelope
  behind the sleepy ville
Through a white mist of watery spray

But what's the catch of fleeting minds
  that unceremoniously feeling of depravity?

My Love...you'll only run, skip, and fall, slipping away like a mermaid
  you'll look for better loving in this recounting
You've seen better days full and rich depths
  as lost lovers found.

The encompassed trade winds pierce the morning tide
  replaced by laughter, crying, and then deep silence
But this reads now and sadly vanishes

When does these coral eyes see across the blue?
  You'll only smile, you'll make do
I find no love or remorse of your longful heart
  Only your own overused thoughts

Must Pacific blue cut like sharpened swords?
  And dawn's light swirling in memory?
The true longing, lonesome, painful joys I forgot

Be still with me as the message rolls
  For onlookers and doubts, a renewal:

'Tell a new story'
By the epitaphs and inscriptions
  this bland emptiness too

And 24 hours of bland existence?
  emptiness...love lost...
None! No more! I scribed
  What scowl you have and fancy stricken

This sleepy ville by the seaside
  careful and unknowing
I go about on my sandy empty walks now

This watery stillness waits
  My Dear Coral Eyes...

Copyright 2013 by Myles V. Saulibio, All Rights Reserved
Photo Credit: Mark Roy/electricnerve on Flickr under Creative Commons License