Abated from the rancor of blue,
you slipped out of the sea
to traverse with a heart on every footprint.
And since every ebbing of summer
where you were one more step
to a kiss from the Cosmos, was
at the tempt of the ocean's envy.
You waited for disenchantment, but sped
too fast to feel regret.
You hoped for enlightenment, but knew
there is none for they who have no designs
on living still.
All the while there are spurts of water
echoing like empty kingdoms without you now.
You are confronted, finally
by a tsunami of tentacles, risen to recollect a siren.
Jagged crystals spraying as the water screams,
you veer closer, but only to tower
with the traveller's one raised hand
in name of something they have found.
Or someone
who beckoned your feet elsewhere.