A white lily on the ocean, taken in his hand,
Together submerged beneath the waves, holding on tightly,
Looking eastward, to that grand house,
Falling grains of glass stop motionless.
Cast off the shoes and set sail, no destination,
Inhibition left on shore, become two moons in orbit,
Numbed by the chill of amethyst night,
Breath comes with wondrous devotion.
Yet he remains stranded, unable to see the flower,
Beyond oceans horizon lays a door,
Only his key can turn the lock,
The garden awaits, a perfect Eden.
Blinded by the distance, angered by the charts,
He smells a sweet fragrance, takes it into his lungs and heart,
Shipped to a secluded coastline, flower in his lap,
Memoirs of an instant shared, a future waiting.
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