The sea-waves touch her open palms;
along the shore, the waters bid
when stormy sea henceforth becalms,
and tide engulfs what skies forbid.
When solemn eyes their oaths avow
and roses beckon on their dream,
she reaches out on drifting prow
aboard their trip's perpetual stream.
Cause thoughts, like boats, may drift amiss;
for those who liv'd in former realms,
eternal love's confession is,
the kiss of waves, upon the palms.
And those who loved, forever pledge
inside the mists, since prior times,
and race upon the margins' edge
like riders gone on skyward climbs.
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