O sweet scented fantasy, tickled pink.
You lounge in my mind and lavish my sight
Can trace your absent profile in a blink
Yet reserved you remain, heart recondite.
Like the ever-shifting ocean, you keep
Ephemeral company; men who glide
Right through you, never looking to the deep.
Sailors know not the sea, only the ride.
To plunge, lemming-like, into the unknown,
Weak breath seeking that subaqueous heart;
Offer all, save my returning alone,
For you or the shadows. I won’t depart.
For I will follow with humility
Into both tempest and tranquillity.