Her hand brushed the waves
Parting them for the hundredth time
Searching for him,
For shadows of promise:
Grey turbulent sea
Revealed no image
Blank darkness reflected
Only her disconsolate self.
Decades later after the years
Ceased their fixed distress, she
Sought an answer from the sea
Seeking one last evening tide
To recall his face. Then she saw
Beneath moon-shimmered waves,
The Silver Rose, radiant,
but farther than the fullest
breath of air might take her.
She knew at once
An answer to her primal grief.
Whispering waters enveloped
Her diving form, like an ancient
Embrace almost forgotten. Moonlight
Flickered on the surface of the sea
High above her head, swift
As an ocean being her arms arched,
Aimed her plunge down into deep
And darkening dreams where
She could reach the Silver Rose.
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