The scarlet sheen of the ocean
and the rhythmic proceeding of ripples
flowed slowly…mournfully beyond
the horizon into a mystical remembrance.
The shards of my splintered soul shone scarlet
with the memory of your adoration:
Each fragment a red sparkle despondently dragged
against the surface in a seraphic flow of endearment.
As the last rows of red dissolved
in the infinity of our love, the sea became blue and fresh again, Ready to bear the afflictions of affection once again.
We were a mere scarlet reflection- an everyday happening-
Destined to gush forth, destined then to drown in the tragedy of desire,
and destined at last to leave below and above…
Yet another one of the tales of love.