Failure and destiny vary as the tide's blue dreams,
and the benevolence of the deep I can't conjure nor receive.
The splendour of awe that englufs my arid flee,
from the waters whose essence would all but impoverish me.
Of adoration I retain for their inextricable beauty,
of the purest sapphire, kin with the surest ruby.
Love breathes their mist and I savor it all.
Under my placid feet, the steps she reaches and frees.
The crashing as boulders, bringing rain to destitute earth.
The tide and my blossomed greive to the hour's drab receipe.
Washed away, and the day has left another reflection of me.
All the reverence she deserves, the mother of redemption
this is my beginning to a memorable sunset well learned.
Only truth brings beauty that's impenetrable,
unwilling for common discern.