Etched within a formless breath,
There rested a broken dream;
That few, and that of many -
Were too blinded to have seen.
A glimpse along the river\'s limb
Was all that need be perceived.
Serene currents of blackened blue,
Dispersed all but man\'s humility.
Along that starlit path to strut,
Humming gleefully a birdsong tune.
Discovered there - an ethereal lough -
In the center of June\'s monsoon.
She cried unto herself - such a wail death would bring.
From her much was stolen, never to be replaced.
Too horrid to accept and listen;
Thieves, and their misgivings.
Gazing upon her luminous glum,
In the Midnight\'s sultry fray -
Reminded then by a heartfelt need,
I sobbed with her; as need relayed.
Poseidon\'s child gazed within, addressing life\'s inner woes.
She then spoke with a gentle wave -
And the Maelstrom was overthrown.
I saw then her wondrous smile -
As in excitement her waters churned.
She then bestowed her heart to me,
And I gave her mine, in return.