The sea sings its song of solitude.
And close by,
A heart tries to match its beats.
The rocks wither away in silence,
Washed by the raving waves.
With head in the hands,
Someone tries to restrain a sob.
Like shells scattered on the sands,
Tears bejewel some faces.
Hair, like pirate ships on rage,
Flies about in wild disarray.
The sea turns calm with lunar respite.
Some bosoms, like the shores,
Pregnant with unknown pain.