the sea brings to my ears
gentle whisperings of you

fragmented; like the song
of angels, dancing among
white-crested waves -

in them, i see your face
reflected as a thousand
memories

I carry them with me, even
as the hostile surf
carries me away to you

this waking dream, an
eternity - I have waited
to feel complete

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Arios, in the year 205 MA.