azure she was of youth so long ago
on the weekends of the ocean
such the sapling that jaded it were
but it could be no more
when her childhood spoke
so sweetly at moments
that it gave us all pause
reflections in a passing hourglass
of the whitecaps forever homeward

And did I the poet drink of her spring?
taste of the forbidden
to be denied and forgotten
cast like spring against winters
for all of time
while the other quelled my lone heart
in eternal rapture

While of this maiden I recall so little
as she today recalls so much
Still we name this love
of which I know not its name
but its memory
as does in truth the woman also

So it is now that life gives pause
and the oceans no longer forgotten
For what of her my heart asks
For what of her