Something mystic in the view of mine.
She sits at the receding shorelines- at bay.
For she be truly a woman of divine.
She separates her gaze- to my dismay.
Would the hours be so unkind? Would the seconds be so unfair?
For every moment as vivd as her strands.
A seconds loss; my heart tears.
For when cruel time comes; she must return to far away lands.
The oceans envy her smile’s gleam.
Time seems endless in her gaze.
Yet time does not hear any of my endless pleas.
With a blink- she disappears without a trace.
Time was once again, of no use,
For you were sadly but a fleeting moment of muse.