She rippled Across her whitened skin To his verse. She blew A kiss to his favored direction, To a mouth that knew not how to smile. She was his memory, For a man who knows what is lost Remains. "I am defeated, Before her," Says the old man With tears in his eyes. Before the war that came to be called The truce, She defeated him, On a path he was safe within. In arms as cold as the dirt, she guarded him. "I was in love, Before she was taken," Says the old man With tears in his eyes. Weakened by sorrow, Captivated by the blue sapphire Of her radiant gaze, A memory stays To haunt him, for the impossible future. All dreams Carry him roses Past the memorials To his unspoken heart. All waters Turn upon the rocks Laying above his frozen sculptures To lips, to each of those he can kiss. "An ocean engulfs me, Near a shore, Where she may wrap me In bleeding bliss." He cries, once more, To stay ashore. To stay afloat, Never to see her go From his gray heart.