Lacrimosa

Lacrymal 
she cries,
to the sea
and the east.
Its whispers 
in her ear
threaten as the
zephyrs. 


She is lost,
to the sea
an aching of
return. 
The calling back
to birth
and watery disillusion.


Oh, salt water.
Your beauty,
ceaseless and boundless,
the wounding cure 
for all lamentation.


Lacrimosa,
and in the sea
are its tears,
a perpetual bond,
the waves in
her eyes, 
echoing sea.
The return,


awaiting.