7 May 2012
In the storm, she is a beacon.
Her tears fall to the sand. Beneath bare feet they soak the land.
In the storm, she is a beacon.
A lover never to return. A touch that is never learned.
As the sea swallows a ship, a name is whispered upon soft lips.
The water welcomes him with open arms, he is unaware of her pleading charms.
A kiss, a caress, a love unknown will die with youth down below.
But the one thing she will never know is that in the storm, she was a beacon.
Lost • Opuss № I