A Kingdom by the Sea

Unattainable reality may be
A hyperbole—a hopeless possibility:
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea.

The islands called you by name like he
Did that night in the dark;
Gentle touch, quiet whispers brought
You there and then brought you back again.

Fifty feet drop, breath lost,
Week lost… him lost. Islands went
Away but never did. Time—
Infinite, but at what cost?

Falling, falling, falling—you never
Forgot the feeling, never healing;
He left and you watched the second hand
Tick through the hours, never moving.

On that last day, you remembered
Flying through the sky, through the
Night-tide: holding your hand as he let
It fall (you fall) through the mist—
A last embrace, a last kiss.

The sea called him by name like he
Did that night in the dark;
Gentle waves, quiet bubbles brought

You in your tomb by the sea,
In your tomb by the bellowing sea.