Un-adored, as you were, Dressed in solemn midnight Beneath waves that retreat, Though do not leap Towards the next place for us to weep, Towards the spot we'll love to seep Emotions down into a well Of startled hearts. Has no one questioned Why the moon possesses more faces Than the mere warmth of the sun? Has no one realized Why their sadness is more linked to the night, While the sun can share a fondness, A oneness With a singular expression? One face, One smile, Destined for the infinite miles, Crossed in hands that do not release Of their hold, Of their mold Through the grasp Of each other's nautical whiles. Waves rush to meet the shoreline, Destined to depart from where they stayed For a mere moment, Though will return to kiss the grains, Will return to kiss the pain To depart.