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.