The sting of spray on my skin
the sweet tang of saltwater
the briny milk of Poseidon's mares
surging over my feet
undermining my path
while a transparent moon teases me
sliding sinuously in and out of her cloudy veils
my flesh a pale reflection of her brilliant face
my hair tangles about my arms
like the manes of my beloved's mares
I long to submerge myself in his cold embrace
and enter the foamy waves to drown my sorrows
and let my tears mingle with the ocean's
but my heart still hopes and so I cannot accept the oblivion he offers
and with regret and a slight sadness
I retreat from his presence
and return to a world that is too bright to bear
after the solace of his dark eternal magic