Shallows

Something mystic in the view of mine.

She sits at the receding shorelines- at bay.

For she be truly a woman of divine.

She separates her gaze- to my dismay.

Would the hours be so unkind? Would the seconds be so unfair?

For every moment as vivd as her strands.

A seconds loss; my heart tears.

For when cruel time comes; she must return to far away lands.

The oceans envy her smile’s gleam.

Time seems endless in her gaze.

Yet time does not hear any of my endless pleas.

With a blink- she disappears without a trace.

Time was once again, of no use,

For you were sadly but a fleeting moment of muse.