Chalky reaches

Descent to earth.

Hang now

In a misty breath

Above a sea,

Pock-marked with goddess’s tears,

Burning sorrow,

Her divine passion.

Now the emerald ripples

Behind my green memory

Are borne away by the buoyant earth.

Meet me on the shore

When the watery eye

Seduces the sea.

Who am I

To keep the willful lady from her prize?