Sea's of ancients
Tides of time
Drinking of the water,
so that youth may be mine
Longing for it... thirsting for it...
Tasting the wild sweetness
The outer air will no longer go uncloaked
Whose garments of the rough salt wave are soaked
Flinging my tresses on the stream,
my friend of the sea's has cygnet and grieved
Watching often for my returning beam
A hundred years, and a hundred years more
Mourning upon this reedy shore
Legion's of clouds stood forth in their darkening;
yet no rain followed the thunder's roar
All the while beneath ancient sea's shrank,
as fire not seen,
was born
Souls stricken,
their bodies fled
Free falling,
reeling with pierced and shriveled eyes
Water poising youth's promise,
As the living become the walking dead

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