Praise those forested eyes

As I long to climb the most.

My tides mirror the perfect size

Tenderly touching the coast. 

 

Bitter mournings stress the dew,

Claiming the land with a kiss.

Sable waves bid adieu

And I question the capable bliss. 

 

Drizzle the sentimental

With the bleak, distorted rain. 

This time, I'll be gentle,

As you ride the current again.